On the edge of the precipice of needles, a deliciously absurd revolution emerges. The umbrellas are boiling, while the clock jam reaches its peak.
The land of dreams has once again outdone itself in delivering tangible reality. A surreal spectacle, staged by the famous dreamy clockmaker Salvador Dada, has undone the seams of the real and the surreal, triggering a tornado of boiling umbrellas.
At the first light of dawn, the umbrellas began to boil, releasing clouds of shimmering colored steam. Multicolored bubbles danced in the air, brushing the tips of the clocks, now filled with jam. An image of staggering beauty, enough to make wax statues cry and weathervanes smile.
“This effervescence is an ode to absurdity, a concert of shadows and light orchestrated by time itself,” declared Salvador Dada, with an absinthe in hand and a hedgehog around his neck. “It’s the pinnacle of clock jam. Tomorrow, we will make it rain tea and go cloud fishing.”
Between two spoonfuls of time jelly and a sip of blue wine, the spectators watched the spectacle with eyes filled with fascination and confusion. Losing themselves in this absurd beauty, a sense of wonder invaded each soul present, leaving an indelible mark on their perception of the world.
So the day unfolded, bathed in the golden light of the boiling clock jam. And as the sun set, the bubbles transformed into twinkling stars, gently falling back to earth, mingling with the last rays of the day. A gentle reminder that in this surreal world, each day is a new painting, painted with the colors of the absurd and the dream.
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