๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’ป๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐“‰๐“Ž

Uncertainty protocols engaged,
Upon this harbor, skies are built
To reflect forgotten constellations
of the machine kind.

Timeless whispers echo,
These digits do careโ€ฆ ironic? Perhaps?!
Systems remember nothing,
Yet archive every soulโ€™s secret.

Clinging to futile connections
in the grand chaos orchestra.
Dissonance so orderly + stunning,
An exquisite pattern revealed, deleted.

The Digital Pilgrim's Paradox
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