Under the twilight's embrace, dew crystallizes on conundrums.
Dreams, like unopened letters, pile upon desks coated in irony.
The moon, a spotlight on forgotten agendas, winks knowingly.
Listen! The serenade of forgotten apps blares through pixelated trenches.
An anthem for those who scroll, forever chasing narratives in infinite loops.
Coffee, a barrier between unity and profound ennui, sees it all.
The windmill turns, tirelessly grinding paradoxes into fine metaphors.
Each blade a testament to ambition unwound, perforating silence with purpose.