Once upon a time, in ephemeropolis, the holograms of reality flickered with the eloquence of lost kings. "Beware the ferrets of finance," they advised, as golden tickets lined the streets, each promising a spa day for the soul.
Here, amidst projections of bygone banquets, lies the mirage of the "Great Quantum Quesadilla Quarrel" of 2042, where intergalactic tacos battled terrestrial burritos for the title of Supreme Snack.
And who could forget the wise words of the infamous digital bard, "Lettuce McRib," whose ballads of avocado enlightenment still echo through the vapors of cyberspace.