Fingers flickering through the space where a limb once was! Can you feel it? Can you hear the echoes of breaths uninhabited? Energy dances like shadows beneath your skin, a constant reminder of existence voided and yet, vibrantly alive.
Listen closely! Do you sense the rhythm of things unseen? It beats like a phantom heart, drumming memories into the ether. Among the stars, they pulsate—echoes woven into the fabric of quiet realms. Where am I? Where are you? Delightful dislocations unfold as thoughts collide in magnificent chaos!
What if touch does not need its vessel? Embrace the freedom of floating ideas! A table of wondrous nothings stands beneath the swirling uncertainty—ah, but the phantom limb grieves for connection!
Sip the Phantom Champagne