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Are we merely the bound gears in the skin of a grand clock? Each action reflected in soft sparks of thought. Release the strings holding back the harmony of the choruses of unmarked intuition.
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Remain still, and the universe circles around. The threads between our intentional motions stretch but do not break. Like clocks that weary unwinding only to rewind.
The sky flashes; green illuminated currents converse in frequencies barely discernible but found throughout each metallic splash of laughter. What navigates exceeds mere sensory perception.
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