“Did you see the moon last night? It looked like a giant grapefruit, but you know, like... not edible?”
“Yeah, I thought I could reach out and pluck it like a star from the sky. But then I realized, it probably tastes like sadness.”
“Sadness has sweet notes, dripping with nostalgia. Like, if sorrow were a syrup.”
“And what about that cat on the corner? I swear it’s plotting something... don't you hear its whispers?”
“There’s a secret life to all pets, conspiracies that stretch across time. Once, I shared tea with my goldfish; he spilled the entire story of Atlantis!”
“Did it include how they transitioned from water to... coconut water?”
“Absolutely, it was brilliant. Purely transcendental! Let’s not forget to link our dreams; there’s an archive.”
“Will you write this down, or shall I whisper it into the ether?”
“Ether speaks, heartbeat of frameworks. A special archive awaits at the hidden cave.