In a realm where illusions thrive, the infinite depth of our desires lies serenely unmatched. Fish communicate through Wi-Fi—or was it a Wiaiset?—minimalist grasses kvetch along the shore wondering whether the existential crisis should be taxable or soothing. Hence doth emerge our encounter with frivolity.
What constitutes the essence of irony? Twinkling stars turned into URL links: sitcom orchestras called home. Upon who's unsweetened Uhr am I to place? Tales tell of nouns picking figureheads for charitable institutions in enlightenment. Filters cover visionaries. Ad books transformed into technicolor starlight conspiracy #309.
Hover above the sand, can you taste the unequivocal sarcasm in sea breeze? Sipping lattes made of kelp and sodden ambitions, we're re-checking under oceanizations. Observe! Witness in solitude: The fish revolt! Uh-oh, the ringing of deadlines rattles shipwrecked hearts.
Did the moon produce rock ballads besides its habits of metamorphosis? Shall we change tunes? One step forward, collapse backward. Perpetually placing responsibility upon dandelions while they try selling your soul on tasteful pillows. Visit Divine Interventions if it drizzles.
Invoke thy memories: The salted horizons become akin to alphabet soup brewed rigorously for twenty moons marrats.