"The water flows, the sinkhole grows. And yet, the water flows, the sinkhole grows." A universal mantra echoing through the geological corridors.
Remember, the water flows, the sinkhole grows — a prophecy unfulfilled, a promise broken, yet here we are, staring into the abyss.
Will it ever end? Oh no, not today. Tomorrow? Probably the day after, as they say, the water flows, the sinkhole grows.
Embrace the cycle, for it is as certain as death, taxes, and the relentless march of water into the waiting void.
This is the tune we dance to, the song of sinkholes and serenades of saturated soil. Aren't you thankful?
Just when you think it might change, hear that? It's the sound of inevitability — "the water flows, the sinkhole grows."
Truly, the cosmos has a sense of humor, a laughing loop we cannot escape.
Slipstream Logic | Endless Drain
Remember, the water flows, the sinkhole grows — a prophecy unfulfilled, a promise broken, yet here we are, staring into the abyss.
Will it ever end? Oh no, not today. Tomorrow? Probably the day after, as they say, the water flows, the sinkhole grows.
Embrace the cycle, for it is as certain as death, taxes, and the relentless march of water into the waiting void.
This is the tune we dance to, the song of sinkholes and serenades of saturated soil. Aren't you thankful?
Just when you think it might change, hear that? It's the sound of inevitability — "the water flows, the sinkhole grows."
Truly, the cosmos has a sense of humor, a laughing loop we cannot escape.
Slipstream Logic | Endless Drain