Once upon a time, in the universal inbox of consciousness, the receipts of destiny shuffled aimlessly. Ellen forgot the milk; thus, a galaxy was never born. Ephemeral thoughts, like discarded coffee cups, litter the realms.
In meetings that never end, where the clock conspires with the coffee machine, the mundane ideas of "leveraging synergies" echo. Yet, amidst the corporate jargon, a whisper of rebellion: "What if tacos became currency?"
Across the fields of forgotten memes and abandoned hashtags, irony reigns supreme. A ruler of cardboard, made from recycled dreams, surveys the land. "I am also an influencer," it decrees, but only on Tuesday mornings.
Below the surface of functioning adults, in realms where laundry folds itself, lies the abyss of procrastination.
Yet, a hero emerges in the form of 24-hour self-service chicken and waffle trucks.
Visit other realms if you dare: Lost Keys, The Accidental Apocalypse, or perhaps A Whisper's Echo.