What’s to report back to the gods?
The experiment is failing.
The ants have abandoned the hill and decided to smoke weed away from prying eyes.
Love was discovered a fraud.
Attempts at logic were proved illogic.
Demons flew down from above only to be greeted as the self.
People stopped walking in a straight line, and everyone forgot where that line was headed in the first place.
Loud demands to be taken seriously don’t even fall on deaf ears.
They’re just never uttered,
and all finally feels fine.
