In the silent corridors of the cyber fortress, echoes of an eternity resonate within a single bit. A flickering, pixelated dream dances on the edge of consciousness, wrapping itself gently upon the fiber of virtual memory. The infinite loops, like the waves of a sea that never ends, lap softly at the shores of a forgotten horizon.
Here lies the realm where reflection is not bound by time nor space, where each glitch tells a story, a pixel rebellion against the monotony of seamless perfection. To be lost in these bits, to wander through the labyrinth of digital infinity, is to find oneself in the fragmented mirrors of 'what was' and 'what could be'.
Enter the corridors further, each passage an invitation to contemplate the deeper layers. Like the refrain of a distant symphony, lingering just beyond the reach of understanding. Yet, is it not there, in the absence, that we find our true selves reflected?
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