I knew an amazing storyteller once;
he used to talk in great waves,
distorting space and time,
and weaving majestic tales
through the immeasurable tapestry
of the infinite.
Occasionally,
during an especially epic climax,
in the most legendary of sagas,
the waves would warp
and sway feverishly
until two waves met
and flatlined.
If you stared into the chaos long enough,
and affixed your eyes
in a certain manner,
you would see magically before you
the gods, naked and innocent
playing games and sipping tea.
