Somewhere beyond the clouds, where the GPS signal falters and WiFi dreams of LTE, lies a tale of refracted infinity. It's a punchline to a joke not yet told by the cosmic comedian. Ever tried to catch a cloud with a butterfly net? Spoiler: it involves more laundry and fewer lemons.
You see, when you refract infinity, you end up with finite puddles of existential dread, occasionally sprinkled with humor. Ever watch a raindrop dance? It's like synchronized swimming, but with more splashes and less dignity.
With every refracted bend of light, eternity shrugs and says, "Not today, buddy." There's a certain comfort in knowing that even the sky has its off days. Perhaps, in another dimension, there's a version of you with fewer questions and a pet cactus.