Clouds shaped like chicken sandwiches drift over the ancient city. Beyond where the shadows of lamp posts dance.

A green feather boa wrapped harmoniously around a brass statue, whispering softly of forgotten serenades.

Beneath the tumultuous waves, the mermaid reads newspapers. Headlines speak of domestic disasters and goldfish championships.

The bicycle parade had a marching band of squirrels leading the way — acorns flying like confetti.

Stars spilled from the old man’s coat pocket, each one a wish left unmapped on a voyage.

Somewhere, a phonograph plays the symphony of tinkling glass as night weaves dreams of impossible timelines.