Beyond these shadows, where the gate sways
The whispers of lost socks and forgotten dogs play.
Somewhere, a penguin is trying to salsa dance,
And a tomato contemplates its existential finance.
Ever wonder what happens to those mismatched keys?
They form a union, demanding more locks and better fees.
Meanwhile, the shadow rabbit checks its pocket watch,
Late for a tea party with a tumbleweed and a botch.
Whisper of the Echoes
Lemurs' Dance of Shadows
Individual Portals
Remember where you left your ambitions?
Probably in the same drawer as your kitchen's long-lost missions.
Here, the shadow's gate swings endlessly,
Opening portals to whimsical thoughts, tenderly.
Whether a whisker of a cat or a shadow of a gate,
Life's but a jest, didn't you hear the latest update?
So step through and find what you dare,
Just don’t trip over the invisible hare.