The upside-down lake had a leak.
Above… or under(?) the waters, where the unnaturally colored sky was, accompanied by stars hung like scattered pearls in a bowl, two old men sighed in unison.
One had long silver hair cascading past his shoulders, a matching silver beard that tumbled down his chest, and a face full of grotesque scars that the beard did its valiant best to hide.
The other was white-haired, with a beard and mustache and even eyebrows that grew long like the visage of an ancient sage.
"What to do?" Bunny asked, scratching his magnificent beard.
"I don't know. Call your son to fix it." Isaiah waved a scarred hand dismissively, his very, very long hair, dragging behind him, swishing with the motion.
"Don't bother him. He's studying abroad. We can try fixing the blob of false records ourselves."
"Why would you call it the blob in the first place? Try switching from HDMI 1 to HDMI 2."
"Grandpa, it's not that simple."
