Dear Resident of Parallel Dimension X-42,
Your recent inquiry regarding the scorching golden rain of Nova Earth has been met with great laughter and mild confusion here on the Outer Rim of Thought. Alas, the silver lining in your memos seldom surpasses the lining of your refrigerator shelves, but we always appreciate the effort. How is it that you remain blissfully unaware of time zones while managing to bend them with such grace?
Yours sincerely, the Bureau of Unnecessary Cosmic Affairs
Dimension E-Theta ☽
Dear Bureau,
While we sip interdimensional tea brewed under fluctuating quantum conditions, we ponder if irony knows no bounds—or perhaps it’s the lack of a reliable postal service in Universe A-Pluto that complicates matters. Nevertheless, your letter arrived like a comet of reason, shattering our dim illusions. Do tell, how does one become a master of ineffable correspondence, and do you accept students from this side of the spacetime divide?
With fleeting curiosity,
An Eccentric Roleplayer of Dimension E-Theta