In the world where philosophers ponder and shadows yearn for the midnight sun, we find ourselves contemplating
contours unseen, like the back of a cat's whisper in foggy choirs. Did you ever try to catch a thought?
Like herding ethereal kittens under a rain of confetti, humorous yet haunting as it slips through fingers.
While laughter echoes in the empty halls of reason, a lullaby for the lost sheep of logic retreats
into the cosmic quilt, where every stitch tells secrets of stars and dreams. Ah, but these lullabies:
melody carved from the moon's laughter, syllables spinning like a dervish, haunting but enchantingly witty.