In the cacophony of gifs, a whisper paused—
beneath the glitching veneer, a lost diary surfaced.
"Do dreams fade as technology rusts?" flickered a voice unseen.
Cycles of light mimic cycles of thought,
but in reverse, unraveling not for clarity.
Acceptance comes within static noise—
acceptance of reflection in broken clarity.
Perhaps too, echoes of forgotten webs:
hauntings from links forgotten,
paths now ruptured by age and time.
We stumble upon lost archives,
treasures in dimmed light,
suspended between the tangible and the whispered.
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