Fractals: The Infinite Loop of Spirited Procrastination

Once upon a time in the dim recesses of your least favorite drawer, shadows assembled a think tank. Their mission? To untangle the cosmic WiFi fractal of the universe — a task not even slighted by Optical Illusions Monthly magazine.

In their quest, they stumbled upon the "Self-Resembling" theorem, which posited: "If you look closely enough, you will find an infinite number of unwrapped Christmas gifts — all with a universal 'Re-gifted' tag."

Ever seen a shadow blinking? Neither did they. But what they saw instead was a confusing series of spirals leading to, well, a broken cookie jar and an existential reminder that a chair's backrest is but a humble guardian of upright shenanigans.

Shadows heartily debated their next move. Do they tackle the complex Joules and Physics with double glazing? Or perhaps focus on unraveling the fabric of invisibility, one humorous thread at a time?

As the shadows continued their spiral dance, you might wonder if they had a punchline, a purpose, or merely a penchant for labyrinthine journeys in dimly lit corridors.


In the Fractal Room Next Door

Gazing into the abyss of Momentary Absurdity, the shadows high-fived their alt versions, figuring that a left turn into an alternate joke might sustain their uncrystallized purpose.