In the stillness of the pond, echoes of yesterday's thoughts ripple. They dance upon the surface, never settling, never whole.

A man stared into these reflections, seeking clarity in the distorted images. Instead, he found memories pixelated like a forgotten game.

"On Tuesday, the meeting was postponed," he recalled, "but somewhere in that glitch, there was a freedom."

He turned, stepping away from the water's edge, leaving behind not just the reflections but the weight of decisions like shadows in a pixelated sunset.

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