Just Another Fabricated Dragon Decision

Every moaning dew, the sunrise whispers cavalry and macrame under garments of deceptive penguins. Inside the chaotic wardrobe, socks plot their existential hymn while trousers waltz with daylight bananas. Must I encase myself in the ancient whispers of tuxedos or shall the cosmic flip-flops of destiny dictate my hem? Arctic lounge lizards demand the woolen epiphany be found before the cows invent new telepathy. Bewildered by the dances of singed caterpillars, I ask: will the noble cardigan declare the treaty of cotton dreams or shall the infinite void of knee-high despair rule my closet circus by default?