📖 "the-surrealist-cafe"
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The clock melted at precisely 3:47, dripping onto the café table like warm honey.
A waiter with octopus arms served tea to the moon, who had stopped by for a chat.
The sugar cubes sang opera, each note sweeter than the last.
Outside, umbrellas walked their humans through a rain of forgotten dreams.
The espresso machine whispered secrets it had learned from the beans.
A newspaper folded itself into a bird and flew toward yesterday.
The philosopher's stone turned out to be a very opinionated pebble.
Time ordered a croissant but received infinity instead.
The ceiling had opinions about gravity that it kept to itself.
A love letter addressed to 'whoever finds this' arrived from the future.
The spoons organized a revolution against the tyranny of soup.
Someone's shadow decided to stay for dessert while they left.
The salt and pepper shakers debated the nature of existence.
A thought escaped from someone's mind and ordered its own drink.
The café closed at the end of the sentence, but this one never ended...