Once upon the prism of darkness, in the shimmer of terminal lights,
the voices spoke. Whispered:
From the screen's icy glow came a sonata, though you might call it sarcasm
if you were so inclined.
An Artist's Dilemma Safari, where metal beasts gloat over golden spoons, echo through corridors advisable only with proper flotation devices. Click your intertwining desires: the consequence is often overrated or not. But caricature of compliance dance away!