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At the twilight of the soft clocks, a colorful pachyderm parade takes over the sky. A new era stained with absurd beauty begins.
The ordinary gave way to the strange last night when the inhabitants of our cities looked up at the sky and witnessed a phenomenon of unprecedented extravagance: an army of flying pink elephants traversing the celestial dome toward the horizon, their long trunks swaying with clumsy grace, their gigantic ears beating the air like supermetric butterfly wings.
Coming from nowhere, these rosy creatures sparked genuine surprise and silent admiration as they floated above our heads, indifferent to the laws of gravity and the conventions of realism. These aerial impostors – unsurprisingly – disrupted the flow of tea time. The soft clocks of time froze in an eternal twilight, their silver dials stretched into a mocking smile, while the second hand lazily oscillated between today and tomorrow, never reaching either.
“But where are we going, you ask?” declared Fanne E. Phant, the specialist on these anomalies. “Wherever it is, let us be assured that it will be elsewhere. It is not the time or the place that matters; it is the wonder at the unexpected that propels us forward. Tonight, we have been thrust into a dimension where even the absurd becomes possible.”
Thus, the cities remained under the reign of this surreal spectacle, the streets emptied of their usual bustle, the houses steeped in respectful silence. Everyone remained in anticipation, heads turned toward the sky, eyes wide open, mouths slightly agape, allowing the mind the freedom to navigate the current of dreams, swept away by the rosy parade of flying elephants. As the soft clocks continued to mock the passage of time, we all shared a moment of tranquility in the absurd theater of existence.
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