In the stillness of a star-speckled night, the wind carried murmurs, echoes of untold tales. The moon, a voyeur to a hesitant embrace, shimmered as if in amusement. "Your hand," she whispered, "is colder than an accountant's gaze at a market plunge." He chuckled, captivated, yet unsure if laughter or confession was in the air that night.
In the background, unsuspecting llamas conspirated behind the curtain, contemplating world domination with their infamous, trademark strategy: scatter and skitter. Amidst the whispers, a consideration—a love of epic proportions, thwarted by sheer absurdity. "More tea?" she asked, as the stage lights flickered erratically. The llama plot thickened.
The secret? It's in the llama's strategy!