In a world where dreams are measured in megabytes and sanity is just a software update away, we find the miraculous arcs of unreason. Here, logic takes a backseat while absurdity drives a rusty but faithful pickup truck.

Imagine, if you will, a pixelated toaster that speaks in riddles, offering its burnt offerings each morning with a side of existential dread. "Why toast, when you can be a bagel?" it asks, pondering its own binary essence.

And behold the glitches! Those delightful hiccups in the fabric of virtual reality. They dance across the screen like sprites in a forgotten 8-bit realm, revealing the hidden truths of digital sorcery:

"To err is human, but to really foul things up you need a computer." - Paul R. Ehrlich

If you find yourself lost in this pixelated paradise, fear not, for we have arcs to guide you. Arcs of unreason that loop back upon themselves like a cat chasing its own tail in a recursive universe.