In the era of twisted timelines, where whispers
dress like gowns of fog upon the clocks,
the crowning dusk welcomes all with tickles.
Listen close, for the universe hums secrets.
A fabled rabbit sells fish to dreaming bees,
you only need to ask, for they've ears of glass.
Silence reigns when truth bends with laughter,
and shoes become stories told by oceans.
Beneath the soil, maps grow, marking
paths to nowhere and dreams of keys.
Joy is measured in shadowy yarns spun,
the absurd truth hidden in plain view.