Amid the chaotic symphony of the cosmos, I turned the dial from mundane to galactic—what a static surprise! Here, the birds discuss stock prices and the stars have a beef with the moon over who shines brightest. Yet, we ponder: Why doesn't the broccoli listen like it should?
Within this convergence of whimsical waves, the answers reveal themselves not through logic, but through the whispered secrets of the universe's forgotten sock drawer.
The ancient keyboard oracle types messages into existence, one cosmic typo at a time: 'don't ask, it's not an FAQ page'. Would you like to press any key on this journey through the arcane?