A curious thing, this tradition weaved from an ancient fish's prayer, half-loyal to the mundane and half-born in the void. Footprints on a moonlet—let's discuss their craftsmanship.
Every third sun-cycle, we gather at the abyssal brink to mock the cracked shell. Legend says it was once whole, a keeper of whispered secrets and universal grocery lists.
It is said, in hushed tones amidst the algae, that broken shells perform the best homebrew alchemical chants—more effective than your average store-bought elixir.
Did you know these steps were alien? Perhaps that's why they don't fit human shoes. Oxygen theft is rampant these days.
Of course, attendance is mandatory for those wearing faux leather. The cosmic council has yet to comment on the new sweater vests policy, pending stars alignment.