As the tide rolls in with its ancient rhythm, we find ourselves questioning the very essence of our existential surfboards. Are we riding the waves, or are the waves riding us?
Sometimes, late at night, the moon whispers sweet nothings. "Invest in sea urchin stocks," it murmurs, "while the world dips its toes in uncertainty."
Pause for a moment. Listen. Beneath the sound of the crashing waves, there's a story of bureaucracy lost at sea, a memo adrift on a phantom current.
A scavenger hunt for meaning often turns into a sandcastle in the rain—temporary, beautiful, and ironically resilient until the tide decides otherwise.
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