Irony calls, a seductive whisper, echoing from the neon trenches of modernity: "Have you updated your self-identity to 5.0 yet?" a tweet echoes, lost in the ether. Our minds, little update seekers.

Satire unfolds like an origami crane, yet confused for a tax form as it flutters through office cubicles. "But I wanted to fold my aspirations, not return them," sighs the beleaguered intern.

Glassy-eyed reflections ponder upon reflections. "Is my reflection, reflected upon and scrutinized, truly reflective?" mutters the existentialist into their artisanal latte.

Consciousness, a kaleidoscopic echo chamber, where refracted truths distort under the prism of societal expectation. "Let us embrace the paradox, preferably with sustainable mindfulness," the influencer retorts.