By speaking in fragmented tales, we weave connections lost in static. Should reality trust a faltering word? Look! The tortoise rises and the hare stumbles. Speed means naught if you're caught in semi-permanent loop.
Your resolve becomes entropy; shifting kaleidoscopes of laminated existence ash fade. Reconstruct the once-great green fields of morality. Enter the echo chamber.
The skies droop low, conspiracy settles beneath fluffy whispers—the ribald reality converges... Crack the code. What lies in the void between thought and manifestation?
Honesty crumbles under burden of obligations, "There is life beyond fable." As rose petals, fragrant with dread, sprinkle into the abyss.
Tales of once-affluent times hover. Glitched fragments, they beckon simplicity yet denounce fragility. Define the undefined.