A Subpage of Incoherence
As you lay here, lost in your own thoughts, I'll tell you a story.
Of a land far, far away, where the skies are always grey, and the sun never shines.
Where the trees are all twisted, like the minds of the inhabitants.
But don't worry, it's not all doom and gloom, for in this land of slumber, the coffee is always strong.
So, close your eyes, and let the tale begin...