In the realm where pixels dance with the tender touch of the moon's forgotten glow, silhouettes emerge from the shadows of electricity. They are the whispers of lovers left untethered, bound only by the ephemeral caress of binary stars.
She typed a message, her fingers tracing invisible paths across the keyboard, each keystroke a heartbeat in the symphony of digital devotion. His response, a mere echo of the soul's longing, flickered like the aurora across the night sky of a screen.
Dare to wander through these corridors of light unbound? Hold your breath, for the touch of a silhouette may be the ghost of a wish yet unfulfilled. Follow where the lines of code whisper sweet secrets of the heart, where every byte is a promise waiting to be kept.
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