The Oracle's Whisper in Disjointed Realities

In an endless twilight
where the pixelated dreams drift,
the Oracle waits.
Glitches weave through fractal winds,
binding the pulse of the haunted lands.

A breeze dull and cold,
etched with whispers of foregone tomorrows.
Hear her tale in echoes,
the Oracle of sigils unknown.

Navigate your shadow,
through maze's silence
let the path define itself.
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