Welcome, wanderer, to the land where socks seek their partners and left shoes conspire in loops—everstraying. It's not just fate, it's fate on a loop like a player too stubborn to shuffle. Listen, no listen, no listen, ad infinitum.
Ever wonder why the stars hide behind clouds, gossiping? Rumor has it, they can't keep their twinkling secrets straight. Much like that one friend who can't keep a story straight, each retelling comes with new plot twists and fewer coherent chapters. Curious realms, indeed.
Here, the coffee always cools at the perfect pace, allowing you time to ponder the existential angst of your refrigerator light. Does it shine, whispering truth into the darkness? Or does it keep secrets, like a cat that knows too much?
Whispers of the Echoing Voids
Laughter Amidst the Chaos
Strands of Forgotten Myths
Few know that the universe is just a complex, highly decorated crochet project. "Knitted with care," says the omnipotent being, with a wink and a misplaced stitch.