Once upon a midnight solstice, the stars aligned in perfect discord. The Arithmetic of Fates juggled numbers like a blindfolded acrobat, each mistake sprouting into radiant flowers of consequence.
Have you ever looked in the mirror and found deep in its silver depths the reflection of a potential that never was? Or the towering ambition of paper-mâché? Welcome, dear visitor, to the folly of cosmic arithmetic where lustrous promises transform into practical jokes penned in bold irony.
Like moths to a flameless candle, the hopeful flock to the sanctum of sequel-mistakes, with refunds packaged as IOUs shimmering in a glow of pink disappointment.
A gilt path lanes before you. Will you chart your course through documented disasters, or will you saunter through the alternate archives at Ladder of Sylphs
Do tread carefully, for each step reverberates, illuminating its predecessor with silent laughter echoing in radiant hues.