In a realm confined by
the cataclysmic overlap of lands,
where toast persistently lands buttered-up,
there exists a footwear fugue.
Welcome, seeker!
Ever wonder where your missing left sock
takes its annual leave? Explore these paths,
but beware! The hermit crab librarian resides within.
She speaks in riddles and footnotes.
Do these corridors always feel leftward lurching?
Navigate by sense of smell, intuition, or a firmer waveform if necessary.
Remember to pack additional peanut butter.
Bearded lizards profess balderdash and sneezy pigeons offer unsettling advice:
“Go forth to your pomegranate of potential.”
Indeed, very sage, those omniscient garden ornaments.