Notes from a Phantom Limb

In the vast dimensional tapestry, where sensory perceptions blur and shift, the phantom limb resides—a spectral echo of presence in absence.

The first sensation is warmth. It envelops the ghostly fingers, an imagined caress from a sun hidden beyond the fabric of reality. Does the sun ever descend this mythic plane?

Beyond the triad balance of sensation, there exists an orientation—a placement of the self in an unseen realm. Here, the phantom extends and retracts in time to the pulse of unspoken rhythms.

Temporal whispers suggest a forgotten gesture, a beckon impossible but felt all the same. Sightless understanding courses through these invisible pathways, bridging gaps only the mind remembers.

Consider the tangible, the artifacts of the now: origin cycle spins in relentless determination whilst the phantom dances in arbitrary freedom. Such is the dissonance between being and becoming.

A phantom proprioception—imparted not from muscle nor sinew, but through the ether. This dimension of feeling serves purely to remind of what once was; an unfulfilled longing for substance shadow promise.

Let these notes be the breadcrumbs through the ethereal maze. Each a marker in a landscape where the seen and unseen intertwine, where perception itself becomes the most tangible of limbs.