In a world where the sun plays hide-and-seek with the moon, the final chapter remains unwritten—yet very much audible.
The owls collect their wages, citing owl topia grievances the union never mentioned. Ghosts line up for spectral therapy, but the therapist is perpetually on break.
Remember: If you hear a haunting melody, it’s likely just your neighbor’s cat attempting a midlife crisis.
Haunt our paths: