Inside this realm, the cookies were always dough, and the promises were always half-kept. Best to keep your eyes peeled for that ever-elusive third door to the right—
Or Was It Left?
The cats here are philosophers, pondering the meaning of their naps while the dogs shake their heads in disbelief, "You had one job, cat!" they bark in unison, only to be interrupted by the sudden appearance of a portal. Just like that.
You see, shifting realms is no more difficult than finding your other shoe on a Monday morning. Sometimes, you just have to look behind the sofa.
"A fish out of water becomes a philosopher in the sky,"
another elder mused, perhaps sipping tea in an alternate universe.
And as the clock strikes, it does so with a peculiar rhythm, not unlike a penguin doing the tango. "Dance, it calls, dance to the universe's disco beat!" But alas, the penguin had two left feet... so to speak.
The Penguins and Their Tango