Ah, the celestial map of invisible toes, where the stars align to create the constellations of forgotten tickles.
Did you know that the left little finger once conducted a rebellion against the Right Thumb? Yes, those are the things we ponder when neither exists in tangible form, and yet, fitting just right in this digital ether.
Here lies the wisdom from an elbow you can't quite remember. It whispers in winds of perpetual motion. The advice? Always stretch before contemplating your existential stance.
Can a phantom limb hold a grudge? Should we apologize for scratching where they don't itch? Once, a knee spoke, but it was really just creaking; the echo of a joint that once ruled over skeletal dominions.
Much like this circle, life is round—and shape-shifting into ovals when no one is looking.
If reality were a karaoke night hosted by a phantom limb, the final act would sing "I Will Survive" in a tone-deaf harmony that resonates through the ages.
The Socks of Truth Await