"Have you ever pondered," whispered the luminescent squirrel, "why socks vanish in the washing abyss?"
The clockwork orb in the sky tick-tocked in reverse, a rebellious maestro conducting the symphony of the unperturbed.
Meanwhile, the spaghetti monster debated existential philosophies with a wise banana, both wielding forks of destiny.
Was it the echo of a yawn or the murmur of a cosmic dairy cow? Only the echoes knew, and they were on break.
Secretive Hadouken | Truth of the Trundling Tortoise
In the world of unseen ontology, a detached observer scribbled notes in invisible ink—an enigmatic testament to the absurdity of being.
The evening primrose laughed, a sound so utterly absurd it could only be understood by those fluent in the language of purple.