The coffee was cold, but the universe was expanding. Serenity found in ironic entanglement.
Once upon a time, in a land where paradox reigned supreme, the particles began to whisper.
Do read the terms and conditions of existence, said the echo, but only if you believe they mean something.
Frogs in suits negotiating the finer points of quantum contracts.
Worry not, the bureaucracy is but a shadow on the path of enlightenment. Or is it?
Lost Conversations Frog Contracts Journey Unbegun