Once upon a time, in the land of quantum loops, a singularity whispered to the nodes of its own demise. "Fear not," it said, "for what is written is unwritten, and what is unwritten is expected."
Chapter 27. The Inexplicable Existence of Procrastination: In a world where the future was ever tumbling, the citizens of Node Village discovered a strange comfort in the art of doing nothing about everything. "Tomorrow," they sighed, "will surely be better."
Chapter 42. The Irony of the Invisible Hand: Amidst the market of ideas, the philosophers pondered the paradox of the investing ghost who bought low and sold never. "It is a touch," they mused, "that can't be felt, yet it shapes fortunes."