Dear you,
We discovered a civilization obsessed with trading empty bottles for nothingness coins. Who knew interstellar economy relied so heavily on perceived value?
The rivers here run both ways, depending on which way you look at them. Quite the phenomena.
Miss your tax returns dreadfully. Send them our way; we might figure things out yet.
Postal Service Routes: Always Right, Never WrongDear Neverlanders,
We revolutionized the art of grass staring here. The fields are both greener and an entirely different shade of existential crisis.
Pondering the nature of nature while surrounded by sentient blades of grass. They seem more aware than we.
Remember, if Google maps it, it must exist. Send maps.
Cartographers of the Unseen: Plotting with Eyes ClosedDear Diners of the Mundane,
We brewed coffee that both exists and does not exist. Taste tests yield mixed results.
Why order a cup when you could have a universe? The beans speak truths only other beans understand.
Send spoons, ours keep disappearing into new dimensions.
Espresso Yourself: When Time is None of the Essence