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The fabled legend of the arboreal headphones. Part 1

It has been said that everything starts out just absurd.

You repeat it enough times, and it becomes a joke.

Keep on repeating it, and it shall become lore;

Then history,

Then religion.

You believe in it long enough, it becomes science; ethos.

- Wrongfully attributed to Mark Zuckerberg.

(see file on how metaverse took over)


There once, in a land with bananas and banana peels, lived a strange pair of headphones with an even stranger dream to live upto. Everyone thought, it's just a pair of headphones. What can it do?

It was lost, in many weird and convoluted ways, drenched in the rain even, but it managed to come back, for its dream was to live up in the trees. It waited years, calculating, plotting, scheming, while everyone continued to live their silly little lives, oblivious of the evil rising.

It lived for many years without anyone's notice. Everything was normal, or so they thought. One night, the headphones found a chance, a glimpse of hope to bring its dreams to fruition. It saw the trees. Now all that was left was to just get up there. It started plotting. Finally, it found a way. While up on the terrace, it hid itself among the banana peels someone left there to throw away. And when the time came to throw it away, it clung on.

It was an epic journey of that tangled tenant, to be transported without trepidation, traversing the tranquil trail across the night, along with a couple of banana peels, to go from that random terrace, to its destiny; to live upon the trees. Finally, it achieved its greatest dream. It was now a pair of arboreal headphones!


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