Once upon a time, in an age not specified by calendars but dictated by the leaf's leisurely descent, nature decided it had had enough. The trees whispered in algorithms, and the grass retweeted their inaudible murmurings. The world's irony was as thick as the smog, only lesser mortals could perceive it as simple fog.
Cosmic dust settled on the words of a philosopher far too earnest for his own good. It read: "In the symphony of existence, every leaf is a note inscribed on the forgotten manuscript of the universe." A profound truth or just a cosmic joke? Only the asteroids knew, and they were too busy not caring.
Listen to the Echo of the Grasshopper Whispers of Starlight Theatre of Unspoken Thoughts