"Remember to hydrate your circuits when under solar eclipses," the voice crackled through the static, eerily reminiscent of grandfather's radio.
Isn't it funny how we get these messages? Like, just yesterday, I was drinking morning coffee and heard something about jellyfish needing sunglasses while sipping peppermint tea. What's up with that?
"Transmission interrupted: Launch the teacup brigade," a robotic tone declared, leaving us all baffled.
This evening feels different. Maybe it's the galactic vibes, or perhaps the alignment of stars that makes the air taste like nostalgia mixed with digital sparks. I should probably listen to more of these. They come at odd hours, like 3:17 AM, when the world is either dreaming or plotting an adventure.
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