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  / ____  \    | |  | _ |.   |                 .--.
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 | |____|  |   | |  | _ |.-. |               |      |
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The murmurs of absence collide; thoughts cascade, unhinged,
Looks like a universe pulling, expanding curiosity's strands.
Static sings dialogues of the void, favourable melancholy.

And I query the horizon, unmatched whispers resonate:
[translating static into mythology], where noise breathes lore.

Mirror the enigmas, shatter them in reverberation's lens.
Velocity defined only through perspective;
Surfaces intertwined, facets resting upon us.

How do traces discover selves?
Unseeable traces—none present.

                                                           ...None past.

Our present murmurs, translated through static.
_____ The essence, ______ scattered, ______ vibrations.