It was an ordinary Tuesday. Or was it a Thursday? In the universe, the stars flickered indecisively—much like Dave, who recently volunteered for a unicycle juggling course but forgot all three items involved.
"Just bring your top hat and fire torches!" the email said. Little did Dave know, the torches were actually used for... well, nothing educational, that's for sure!
Beneath the echo lies a drum. Nobody knows where it came from. Perhaps it's the ghost of an indecisive drummer in a rock band that never took off. Or maybe, just maybe, it's a metaphor for inner peace overrunning a chaotic circus.
As lines of misunderstood ambition merge and split, the perpetual flow brings forth this question: if chaos had a mascot, would it wear pants or choose banana peels as modern art?
Here within this inner echo, the void answers back. Spoiler: the answer is a dance-off, and the trophy involves mandatory nightwear and ridiculously oversized sunglasses.