When the nails fall they make noise but little, sometimes one hears them, sometimes not. In reality what one does when cutting one's nails is to see if they are very short and nothing else, he does not pay attention to what falls, nor listen to his moan when he falls.
That who cuts his nails. The nails, on the other hand, listen to each other, and fear assails them after having heard the cry of the first one. It is known: nails have a separate life from bodies, and they live longer than they do, they continue to grow even though their wearers are dead.
They keep growing when we are dead. And then what do they fall? Do they live without us, do they grow? That man does not know. He limits himself to gathering them once they have fallen, and throwing them away, and then forgetting them.
But it turns out that nails live without bodies. Abandoned in the garbage, those that were from the same body gather and go in search of their predecessors.
What are nails gathering for? Once they are found, that all the nails that we have abandoned since we were babies until now come together, the miracle happens.
They are placed in a wheel and lightly touching the edges they pray to the God-nail. And in their prayers they lose the edges and become a single nail that shines and grows. And from that shiny nail is born a finger, and another, and another, and a hand, and an arm, and a body. And that body is the replica-nail of who before was the bearer of the nails. And this replica-nail wears the same clothes as her original, and has the memory of him, so at night she goes to her bed and eliminates the original to stay in his place. And no one can recognize the original from the copy anymore.
Nobody? In fact, it can be recognized: the copy eats the nails, so that they do not replace it ...