In the Land of the Unseen Stairs, where shadows dance to the rhythm of invisible flutes, the Cat awakens.
Does a stray laser dot hold more permanence than a wandering thought?
Devourers of Fleeting Moments, gather round! Unravel the tapestry of existential purrs, as we dissect the Dickinsonian enigma: "I heard a Fly buzz - when I died -". The Cat, much like the Poet, questions the authority of silence.
Amid the hallway echoes, we find an irony - a vast universe encapsulated within a cardboard box, a juxtaposition of infinite dreams and the finite time of a 5-hour nap.
If the sofa's truth leaks, what are its moral cushions made of?
Let us ponder: Will the moon ever cater to our midnight whims, or is it merely a cosmic fish on an unreachable string?