Imagine a penguin. So adorably cute, so
perfectly loveable that you can’t stop
starring at it. It seems to exude a magical
energy which you find yourself lost in. The
edges of your own existance begin to
shimmer and blur. You lose track of where
you end and your penguin begins. And after
a while, it dawns on you. Reality has
changed. You are your penguin and your
penguin is you. Unless... of course...
someone offers you 2 eth for it. In
which case, your penguin is theirs.
