Somewhere beneath the real-time troll caves and algorithm mountains, an echo of reason jostles with pixelated myth. Did the ad-wizard cold-call you into the stone-lit future?
Welcome to the primordial digital jungle, dear navigator. Here, amidst the echoic cavities, the data-sage's chant metamorphoses into shimmering glitches. Witness the age-old caves echo not the past, but the sepulchral buzz of notifications gone by.
What wisdom from these archaic walls? Perhaps a smile after canceling your subscription to enlightenment, or the dull drone of expired memes clinging desperately to the rafters.
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