Invisible lights warm those cold shoulders.

The Bureau of Silly Silhouettes hereby decrees that all light sourced without a permit is to be extinguished posthaste. Should you find yourself casting doubts, remember that shadows zone requires no identification card. Irony flickers only at night.

Misaligned truths readily venture out of sync. Seek solace in partnerships with lesser realities. Humor evicts melancholy, when laughter is knitted securely to the cosmos using invisible strings. Entrances are often marked egress, exit plans turn omnidirectional.

Ostrich feathers dipped in invisible ink consecrate the vigils of diaphanous architecture. Our sincerest apologies, this service is temporarily unavailable due to an undefined sunset protocol.