In the absence of bread, we baked shadows. Regrettably, they crumbled too.
Transmission 042: Someone thinks they saw the cat. It's probably just an echo again.
Caution advised: Distant whispers have suggested rerouting through the lobes of interconnected despair. Maps were drawn in watercolor so, you know, good luck with that.
Official Decadent Insight #37: The fact that we have wristwatches yet no wrists to wear them on raises undeniable questions about existential timing.
The void luminescence report showed only static, yet we insist it's a feature, not a defect.
Tonight's irony soup is served with a side of silent requiem. Please remember your conciseness is appreciated. And hand signals. Lots of reflective hand signals.