An assembly of invisible velvet giraffes has decided to challenge the prevailing muteness, upsetting the dreamlike landscape. The boundaries of the impossible are shaken.
The scene begins in a shifting India ink, where the horizon is drowned in a sea of paradoxes. The actresses of this unprecedented rebellion are velvet giraffes, invisible to any unenlightened eye. Their silent lament disturbed the tranquility of the non-space, triggering an eruption of agitation in the timeless setting.
They advanced, their long necks emerging from nowhere, their footprints carving furrows in the void. They traversed the shadowy and featureless landscape, sometimes stumbling over mountains of soft clocks, twisting in the breeze, space and time interweaving in a Dadaist dance. There, in this tableau of conscious confusion, they voiced their tacit challenge: “Tired of the solitude of invisibility, we denounce the indifference of silence.”
The elusive artist Salvador Dali, through his recognized spokesperson, Pablo the warped watch, conveyed his reflections on this intriguing spectacle: “The impossible is a reality that is bored with its own unreality. The invisible velvet giraffes are a cry for attention, a cry of love, a wake-up call to break the deafening silence of the dream.”
The echo of this statement resonated in the valley of melting clocks, causing a gust of golden sand. The stars trembled in the night sky, causing the whiskers of sleeping cats reflected in the mirror of the moon to tinkle.
It is a startling disruption of the hierarchy of the surreal, where even silence is subject to rebellion. The matter remains pending, wrapped in the draped folds of the dream, and we eagerly await the next upheaval in this landscape defying all logic. After all, in the realm of surrealism, the invisible velvet giraffes may just be the beginning.
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