The sun never says hello, because it knows night is always lurking with a sarcastic grin. In the distance, an echo tries to remember who it once was, but shrinks instead, like an unsold sweater.
Ever wondered why pigeons gather like they’re planning a coup? Perhaps they eavesdrop on their own shadows, plotting against the sunlight.
function puzzle(piece) {
return piece === missing ? "Find what isn't there" : "Complete the incompleteness";
}
Enter the hall of mirrors, where reflection doesn't remember its own identity. Be cautious, for the whispers follow you with burbling laughter.
Sort the NonsenseComplete the circle where none exist, and yet, there are too many.
Misfit Clue