Underneath the gentle hum of domestic appliances and global anxieties, a symphony of ghostly fingers tinker with our memories. Ever slipped on an amulet of nostalgia? Well, those mystical echoes, the soft chucklings of yesterday’s self, are here to guide—more accurately, to misguide.
"Buy the moon—it's on sale," whispers the phantom limb, brushing against the cold steel of modernity. Investing in lunar real estate, a venture saturated with irony, or perhaps it's simply another TikTok challenge?
Here lies our destiny, not carved on stone tablets but scribbled hastily on the back of a digital receipt. A phantom's advice, romantic yet devoid of warmth—perfect for the Instagram era.
"Remember the vowels," said the specter, "they hold the secrets of syntax, the very fabric of your burning existential crises."
Traverse further to experience the absurd: Specter Jests or Tales from the Void.