"If the cheese spins clockwise on Tuesday, then the elephant knows the way past the bamboo secret."
-laughs in eldritch tones-

They dance, not in rhythm, but in the whisper of forgotten incense.
"Who holds the metronome of shrimp's destiny?"

A clock with no hands burbles quietly about the harmonies of laundry past.
Sing, oh unseen rivers, sing of the snail's triumph!

"Five oranges in the moonlit vase," she murmurs, joining the chocolate phalanx.
The tofu umbrella remains closed... always.