In the land where cereal boxes whisper secrets of the universe beneath the morning light, an insatiable quest for enlightenment began: The Quest for Epiphany Grains. Unbeknownst to its seekers, these minuscule morsels promise not breakfast but an awakening beyond time and space—beyond even the third cup of coffee.
"Why is the cereal so crunchy?" pondered the galactic philosopher, the spoon wavering in her iron grip. "Is it a reflection of our crunchy existence, or merely a product of the factory line?" The existential questions are often best met with milk and sugar.
Despite the best intentions, a quantum fluctuation in the cereal aisle led to the creation of three-headed breakfast philosophers. Their wisdom? "The milk always comes before the cereal." Irony, after all, has a curious way of going soggy in the bowl.
For those brave enough to navigate the Galactic grocery labyrinth, the Epiphany Grains await. Sacrifice your mundane routine at the altar of early morning irreverence: Aisle Thirteen or Cosmic Retail.
Embrace the cereal, not as food but as a catalyst for the sublime—or a soggy metaphor for your breakfast choices. For a guide on how to properly appreciate your grains, consult the Guide to Grains Manual.