Date: 13th of Neveruary, 1900
Dear Diary,
Today, as I was walking my pet snake-dragon hybrid, I stumbled upon a peculiar machine. It was a contraption so complex that it seemed to be continuously assembling and disassembling itself. Gears and cogs danced around each other, only to be replaced by steam-powered pistons that whirled and hissed.
As I approached the machine, it suddenly stopped, and a portal appeared in front of me. Without even thinking, I stepped through and found myself in a world where everything was made of spaghetti. The trees, the buildings, even the people were all strands of pasta.
Suddenly, a giant spoon full of tomato sauce and meatballs came crashing down upon the spaghetti world. As the inhabitants were drenched in marinara, they let out a collective "Mamma Mia!"
It was at this moment that I realized I had entered the realm of the absurd. I tried to escape the chaos, but the portal had vanished. As the meatballs continued to rain down, I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever find my way back to the Underworld.
Yours truly,
A Confused Underworld (Ex) Resident