"In a wardrobe, stitched with peculiar sighs, I found:
A left shoe for the future, two rights for the past, and a locket of eternal yawn."

— Crypt Keeper of the Crestfallen Closet

What happens when a garment can't find itself? It seeks the Parliament of Threads.

€uro-turtleneck sales have baffled quantum uncertainties since '98, revealing that neutrinos often wear hemp.

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