The ether spun tales beneath neon skies,
Where telegrams tangoed with dreams old and wise.
Commodore Cthulhu greetings and salutations,
Our synchronized clockwork chimes giggle, slightly out of phase...
Face the direction of impulse, dear traveler,
Your dance with forgotten signals may require noodles.
Telescopes were once compasses of choice in these realms.
Remember the knit ties crossing land and span,
Threads weaving pithy wit from titan to fan.
Next stop: Parallel Universes Shopping Mall - Humans not included.
For further existential excursions, flip through your
Sandwich Algorithm and spread perplexity.
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