"The toaster speaks fluent Dutch in the bathroom at midnight," she whispered, her eyes reflecting the stories untold.
Once upon a time in a galaxy not so far away, cats discovered a new color. It was neither blue nor yellow, but a delightful shade of "meh." The universe sighed, for it had run out of colors.
In the realm of broken mirrors and half-spoken spells, the chairs revolted, demanding better posture and more cushions. They found allies in the tables but were betrayed by the fickle lampshades.
Would you like a mystery with your morning coffee? Or perhaps a riddle flavored with existential dread? Either way, the barista will always be right.
Once there was a fortune cookie that revealed nothing. It said: "In the end, the journey is the destination, unless there's a traffic jam."
Ascend to the Ethereal Realm where trees sing and the ground is suspiciously alive. Who knows what truths you'll find—or perhaps what illusions will break you?