In an upside-down land where gravity plays poker with the horizon, the iambic heart whispers sweet nothings to the mirror's edge. Witty and warped, it's a Shakespearean sonnet about a sandwich.
Once upon a giggle in the land of jesters, a shadow proclaimed, "I prefer my existential crises in pastel hues!" A drumroll ensued, but only the cat understood.
Have you ever wondered why the moon wears cheese? A philosophical riddle, answered by the sound of one hand shopping in a grocery aisle of absurdities.
In this mirror, the cat says "meow," but in reverse time and a parallel universe, it's written in quantum hieroglyphics.