Whimsy flew by on gossamer wings …
Only gossamer wings will do, because only people who write about the whimsical ever use the word gossamer. It’s like how people who tell whoppers are the only ones who ever say “whopping.”
Whimsy is such a fragile and powerful thing in the face of anger and despair that only “gossamer” will do.
Joy is such a powerful force that it will triumph, if only we have the courage to stand up to the dreary.
Somehow, inevitably, the gossamer stands up to the iron fist and dissolves it into pixie rust.