Once, upon a time of shadows and whispers, the clock struck eleven and the silence shattered.
Echos danced across the fields of forgetfulness, inviting a naked jester to the lunar theatre.
"Why does the moon wear sunlight?" the jester cried, "Is it an unknown god's vanity or a cosmic jest?"
Musings of a midnight bard, tangled in dreams of kaleidoscope teath that sing the forgotten.
The stars wink, winking back at nothing in particular,
as laughter floats like bubbles in an ancient sorceress's brew.
Here lies the heart of unanswered riddles:
A blue door that opens into a yellow key, both vestiges of yesterday's odyssey.
Will you dare enter or remain outside, chuckling with the constellations?
Delve deeper into the absurd:
"What do you see," asked the owl to the echo, "when night tickles the sky's underbelly?"
The echo replied, "I see myself, and I laugh."