In the whispers of sleep, where bananas don top hats and discussions of existentialism rage between well-dressed felines, lies our ironic metamorphosis.
Do you wish to traverse the cobwebbed corridors of yesteryear's aspirations, twig and leaf your only companions? The portal awakes.
Lift your foot, oh weary traveler, and plunge into the effervescent pool of yesterday's headlines: "World's Most Expensive Spoon Becomes Philosopher."
The stars are merely pinholes through which the absurdity of universe's punchlines shine through. Enter if you dare, yet remember: dreams are best served cold with a twist of lime.