Ever thought your inkpot was a portal? Well, under the right celestial alignment and with a pinch of sarcasm, it could be. Just ask Galileo, if you can find him swimming in the inkwell tide.
As you dip your quill, listen closely, and there’s a good chance you’ll hear the silent screams of midnight owls protesting existentialism. They have their own newsletter, you know.
Do these shimmering wisps speak profound truths, or merely gossip about the fountain pen's latest shenanigans? You shall never know, for the secrets read like a bad Shakespearean plot: full of intrigue, laughter, and too many masked protagonists.
In tonight's episode of "As Inkpot Turns," witness panels of ink wisps in an HR crisis meeting. Why, you ask? Because they decided to unionize against the unfair treatment of ink stains on the paper's pristine sheet.
Follow the Wisps