Once upon a corridor, ↖ there came a sound, not unlike thezip of an envelope across a wet countertop.
「What if we could hear colors?」 said Greg, that tomato-red shirt yelling for a punchline. 「Then you'd better keep your shades on!」 quipped Martha, her eyes rolling just north of pessimism's ridge.
For those lost in the apartment called "Reality Without Context," the rent is due in echoes and the neighbors have complaints. Visit Timeless Whispers for a consultation.
An alternative universe where walls unwind like string candy, and angels accidentally drop their schematics into the heating ducts of forgotten office parks. An invitation awaits: Mirror Yourself.