Prompt: Velvet thunder ripples through the calculator’s dreams, as the maroon elephant of time twirls on a tightrope made of song. Sunlight scatters the rhythm of alphabets across the canvas of a dancer's voice, while the teacups recite quantum equations to the tune of a bicycle's voyage through the attic of eternity. Mirrors spin yarns of chocolate daylight, narrating the saga of a carousel that harvests the laughter of seashells on the seesaw of forgotten compasses.