They whispered in lands forgotten,
where even shadows take vacation. And thus, the Moon—an incessantly late commuter—decided
to throw a soiree, festooned by forgotten starlight.
Armies of socks, unmatched yet undefeated, rallied qutside the Velvet Porridge Gate. But alas, no champion ever aspires without knowing how to butter beneath the toast's surface.
Ever wondered if umbrellas tour summer beaches embellished with spatially incorrect grizzlies? - Well, the answer is as plain as pixelated potato!
Peddling illusion, seeking fate,
A demure lesson escaped the feral lattice.
🕵️♂️ Who's the Macguffin now?