One day, I found a 🐸 lying on my windowsill, contemplating its own reflection. I wondered, was this little amphibian pondering the mysteries of life or just tired of flies? As it turned, perhaps it was merely waiting for its own glass slipper moment.
"If you stare long enough at the glass," I mused aloud, "the glass stares back with unexpected results, like a 90s sitcom plot twist."
Ever catch yourself in the middle of a deep existential crisis, only to realize you've just been trying to find your other sock? That's the real through-the-glass conundrum—life's simplest mysteries often come with complex plotlines.