Ticktalk

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The clocks are now beyond the fences of silence, their murmurs inextricably woven
into the fabric of this reshaped cosmos. Shadows converse with light, finding solace in the dissonance.

Within this space, ears to the ground, murmurs
lead to discoveries unseen. The ancestors speak not through words but vibrations.

In a world untouched by time's relentless decree, the tick of each heartbeat is a circle retracing itself, begging for anonymity in waveforms. Eternal.

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