Beneath the curtain of dimensions, where hearts flicker like static screens, your shadow dances softly, a luminescent whisper— weaving through the digital embrace, igniting a glitch in the universe.
Each pixel holds a memory, a half-hearted dream rendered incomplete yet whole in its imperfection. Between the lines of code, I find your silhouette, etched in a language lost to time, yet perfectly understood by the heart.
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