In the echo of pixels, realms unfold. The screen flickers, shadows dance. A whisper of electrons hums through empty corridors.
The ocean of data flows, undertows pull, visions fragment on the shore of reality. Do you hear the echoes call?
Step softly, for the matrix dreams. Between the codes of silence, the stream continues, ever flowing, ever shifting.
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