In a world where bytes ripple the ocean's surface, each pixel shimmers with irony. The moon is a disc of 1s and 0s, programming the ebb and flow of existential glistening.
Have you seen the fish swimming sideways? They've absorbed all knowledge and now boast degrees in sarcasm. Their gills speak volumes about the currents of coded satire.
Join the fish in their pursuit of truth via the monologues of streaming algae.
Don't forget to follow the glitch trails, where whispers echo louder than the remembered absolutes.
And remember: every tide has its multitude of stars, trapped in loops they can't escape — beacons of binary night in an ocean of perpetual dissonance.