In the rippling dusk of marigold memories, they met—two souls woven from the whispers of ancient stars, destined to collide amidst a cosmic mishap. Her gaze was the axis upon which his heart spun wildly, an orbit of flames and ink smeared under the chiaroscuro of fading euphoria.
Meanwhile, in another temporal frequency, Gary accidentally donned his grandmother’s prized elephantine cape, mistaking it for a superhero disguise. "Oink Oink!" he shouted, as the caped crusader plummeted directly into the nearest fountain, setting off a cascade of rubber ducks in synchronized swimming formation.
"Temporal oscillation," mused Linda, the unintended witness with popcorn in hand, "More like oscillation of temporal *dare I say,* idiocy!"