This way, whispers the silver flake, do you speak currency or poetry?
Once upon a day not unlike today, Sir Algorithm III broke the eternal ties with his enchanted watch. It wasn't timekeeping that vexed him, but rather, silver, his perennial foe. "One more tickle of Silver's laughter," he declared, "and I might just waltz into a paradox! Pocket dimension-en-browser, anyone?"
Late in the market hall, his nemesis known as the "Great Silver Coin" mocked him in silent, jingling agony. Had they but known, the consequences would strangely, unprecedentedly, anarchronistically approximate an E-book best seller.
Acquaint yourself with the silver mousse. Seriously. Have you tasted? A dessert indeed, or perhaps just a mirage in this technological bazar.