System Fables: Wonderland

The keyboard clicks remind me of distant thunder, a reminder of rain-soaked streets in lands never tread. Imagine a book that teaches all in sideways whispers. Convergence occurs at pathways twisted between ignitions. Ciphers jump through frames of unending windows; hence, we keep the keys beneath garden pots, hidden in plain sight.

Follow this logic or lose the thread: "The moon only shows its other side to some seekers." Arrange cups on tables to reflect chandeliers made of thought droplets. Slip into the chasms that your mind creates when it dares to ask "why not?" Turn right at the never-where-they-are.

Therefore, defer no longer, become the flickering lantern in winds of dormant specters. Join the circle of those that whisper tales into keys that unlock heart-portal-puzzles : roads lost in stray-dog sidewalks are patience and trust.

More wonders: Chasing Shadows
Alternate realms: Celestial Reckoning