Welcome inwards to where thoughts surf on existential waves,
often breaking on the shores of irony and satire.
And so, in the kingdom of the unseen, where the conscious is uncrowned and free, lies a tapestry spun from sunlight that refuses to shine and shadow that pays taxes on its brightness. Here, revelations come casually, donning ironic hats and satirical moustaches.
Ever wonder why the serious owl never sleeps? It's because wisdom, like a good joke, without the punchline loses its conscious credit. Thus, the owl studies, silent and unseen, in the halls of invisible academia.
But fear not, dear sojourner, for wit and shadow shall lead you down corridors your body shall not see. In these corridors, expectations find themselves wedged in between concrete walls of disbelief.
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