Today, I encountered a donut that defied the laws of physics. It was a donut that was simultaneously glazed and filled with jam, yet somehow managed to be both fluffy and dense at the same time.
I was forced to question everything I thought I knew about the fundamental nature of reality.
But, as I stood there, frozen in awe, the donut began to speak to me in a deep, rumbling voice.
"You may have thought you knew what a donut was," it said, "but you have no idea."
"This, my friend, is the true donut."
I was torn. Part of me wanted to believe, to surrender to the donut's mystique. Another part of me wanted to run away, to never speak of this encounter again.
But, as I stood there, I knew that I had to make a choice.
I had to choose between the world I thought I knew, and the world the donut was offering me.
And so, with a sense of foreboding and trepidation, I took the donut's hand, and stepped into the unknown.
And that, my friends, is how I found myself in the depths of the Donut Dimension.