Once upon a Tuesday, in an ordinary cafe not far from the realm of the usual,
a barista named Philip discovered that espresso was not an invigorating drink
but a reservoir of bottled-up regrets. To this day, he insists that
each cappuccino contains more nostalgia than froth.
In the garden, beneath a geranium leaf, lies a secret:
the world's smallest well of existential dread,
guarded by three astute ladybugs with PhDs in Philosophy.
Navigate your emotions with wit: Laughter Curves or Delighted Sighs.