No, this didn’t really happen.
But maybe that’s the point.
Because sometimes the deepest truths arrive wrapped in satire,
with a wink and a feathered headdress.

This parody paints a hilarious and strangely hopeful picture—
what might happen if even the most hardened ego sat before the mirror of medicine,
and chose to feel?

It reminds us:
No one is beyond redemption.
Even the loudest shadow is just a wound asking to be seen.
And healing? Healing is wild, weird, and wonderfully possible.

“Love is the only thing that makes monsters disappear.”