Once upon a time, in a land of sockless sandals and mismatched wallpaper, there dwelled a fish who fancied itself a poet. It swam through the bubbling waters of existential questions and often wondered, "If I write my memoirs, will they still be wet?"
Hidden within the gills of each verse, coded messages sang like sirens. For every scale, a line; for every fin, punctuation. And thus, the scrolls of the sea were born.
Hint: Look for the Fibonacci sequence in the fish's bubbles.
In the bustling market of the mind, oranges were priced at ten thoughts a dozen. Meanwhile, the local philosopher hawked wisdom at half the price, claiming it was "slightly used but deeply profound."
Important: Do not read the labels.