Once upon a time in the drawer abyss, lay a paperclip unbent, untouched and untouched by human ambition. Legends spoke of its mighty potential, to hold together the very fabric of office memos, yet it remained an unsung hero in its metallic solitude. Will it ever conquer its destiny or remain forever dormant in a land of forgotten stationery?
In the digital realms, an internet cookie lamented its broken path. Captured by browsers and abandoned by users, it longed for clicks and crumbs. "Why must I persist in these cache depths?" it pondered, "when the click of destiny eludes me?" Such is the plight of the cookies, living on the edge of browser closure and reboots.
Once, in a book with fading cover, a page number sighed in existential disbelief. "Am I even real?" it questioned, for the pages it numbered were blank and void. Lost between intentions of authors and ambitions of readers, it sought meaning in the spaces between lines it never numbered. Thus, the irony of existence in pages unrevealed.