It begins again, where no one is watching.
Error 323: The cheese underwent a metamorphosis, seeking an audience in a pot of boiling nothingness.
A clock with no face is a mirror to the abyss, and yet, fish fly in dizzying arcs of desperation.
Each row in the void filled with the shadows of mismatched socks, while the rain dances the tango with time.
Where does the popcorn go when the show is over? The questions pelt like rain on a spooked window.
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