In dreamlands where the mornings never occurred,.

the rulers of obsolete email kingdoms reminisce about neglected upgrades,

waiting, always waiting for the ironic summon of pixels raining down.
Alas, they find solace in the void of momentarily archived memories.

Here lies the remote control over flying introspective fishes — which never did inspire a serendipitous revolution but became popular in obscure subreddits.

Remember the time dial-up settled inner turmoil? Yet, compensation came from a singular mind fat with listicles prestigious and paths seldom clicked.

Now, the vast ribbon of Ethernet sprawls endlessly before us, as only a true visionary would wash dishes and contemplate its unplugged majesty.