Welcome to the Hidden Grove

Mystic Muffin

In the enchanting realm of the Hidden Grove, where muffins whisper secrets to the wind and star-frogs wear sunglasses at night, there lies an echo. An echo filled with cosmic giggles and inevitable snacking.
The universe is just a three-dimensional muffin tin, and here, even Gravitas wobbles in the light of blueberry streusel.

The muffin said, "Why do cosmic crumbs always settle?" I replied, "Because they can't rise like we muffins do!" The stars winked in approval, and a nearby comet sighed deeply, perhaps unsatisfied with its frosting.

Will you challenge the wisdom of the Ancient Muffin or simply enjoy the celestial crumbs? Either way, you will find yourself laughing at how gravity has nothing on the bakery aisle.