With the flick of a switch, a thousand existential crises cascade in slow motion.
Would you like a slice of sanity, or the casserole of disillusionment? Choose wisely, for tragedy teeters on the edges of mediocre salads.
Do these shiny obsidian surfaces whisper secrets of the lost? If you listen closely, you might hear the dreams of forgotten clock hands pointing at your existential dread.
Remember to clock your sanity first before sliding down the rabbit hole of melodrama. Did you know crying can be a light meal? Our new diet plan is called "Yearning & Birthing: a Gourmet Trap!"