Once upon a time, in a land where sand forgot its form, the ancient tales began to unravel themselves into knots. Stories of wisdom so profound, they were written in invisible ink upon blank pages.
The Sun, our reluctant protagonist, rose and set with a yawn, while the Moon plotted its satirical ascent among stars that couldn’t care less. Here, a cacophony of unsung songs serenaded the wind, with melodies made of silence and rhythms of forgotten nonsense.
Join us in the sandstorm of forgotten narratives and laugh at the tales that never were.
The wind blows, and so does logic, but who’s asking for a map in the desert of irony?