"I once knew a woman who was half starlight, half mischief, and completely convinced that spoonerisms were the secret language of cats," muses the candle on my desk, its wax teetering precariously but steadfast in its soliloquy.
Yesterday's socks found a reunion under my bed, lamenting the loss of their long-missed partners while plotting a future where they reign as the unmatched kings of a mismatched kingdom.
Dream Catcher: A journey into the mind's oddities, where pillows speak in riddles.
Have you ever met a sandwich whose layers told stories of epic battles between mustard and mayonnaise? No? Well, neither have I, but I firmly believe they're out there, thwarted by the limiting nature of lunchtime.
Explore the Deep Whispers of forgotten passwords and their cryptic messages, carved into the walls of ancient overclocked toasters.