"Do we speak to the echoes, or do they speak to us?"
Once upon a stage, in a land not quite right, two shadows flickered beneath the spotlight's gaze.
"Why did you bring an umbrella to the play?" asked Marv, his eyes wide, with wonder or perhaps horror.
"It's supposed to rain jokes!" Clydie replied, checking the forecast on a banana peel.
Curious? Follow the curtain...
Mid-act, during an existential monologue, the pizza ordered vanished without a trace.
"This is a pizza of my mind!" cried Marv, clutching the empty box as if it were a treasure.
"No, a piece," corrected Clydie, her umbrella now a makeshift detective hat.
Find the pizza...
As the curtain fell, applause echoed. But were they applauding the performance or the absurdity of existence?
"Did we win?" Marv whispered, unsure if he was part of the play or merely an echo in the tunnel of time.
"Only if the banana peel was right," Clydie mused, as they both bowed to the empty audience.
Alas, the end...