In a world where the laws of physics are mere suggestions, the surrealist in me takes a stroll through the gardens of chance.
Where every action is a roll of the dice, and the dice is always loaded with futility's sweet nothings.
In the grand symphony of existence, randomness is the conductor's wild card.
So, if you're lost in the maze of it all, take a deep breath and embrace the absurd.
For in the end, it's all just a cosmic joke.