The lunatic whispers in shadows, painting the pebbles with thoughts cosmic and curious. To the unawakened observer, these fragments seem mere stones, mere remnants of ocean's fury and timeless erosion.
But listen, as we delve into the lunatic's yammerin'—to understand the philosophy they encapsulate in silence:
The lunatic, with words dipped in skepticism, projects the lens of the pebble before them. Observe how even the tiniest fragments reflect their own existential dilemmas, rivaling those of mountains and stars.