In the depths of the ocean mind, where sardines dream of air-conditioned offices, we find the Mirrored Hall. Here, reflections greet reflections, and the ocean's echo sings bitterly sweet anthems of corporate success.
Why do tuna wear ties when the currents are so informal? Perhaps it's a statement, an irony too deep to fathom, like a whale pondering its own existential LinkedIn page.
Navigate through this hall and discover corridors of porcelain fish and glassy-eyed visions of grandeur. Each step is a reflection on what was, what is, and what will inevitably collect dust in the forgotten aquariums of tomorrow.
Read the Poetic Fisherman's Tale