Once upon a gentle murmur, beneath the oceans of unspeakable puns, we found ourselves. Here lies the Sanctuary of Unsung Twinkling Whispers—a place where even the tides send text messages to their crushes (and get left on read).
Remember that time the Platypus tried to learn Kung Fu but ended up mastering the art of procrastination? Some said it was the deepest transmission sent since the dawn of time, right after the invention of the sandwich.