In the machinery of silence, a whisper emerges. The truth, fractured as glass, refracts through the lens of a digital dream. Is reality merely a collection of rendered pixels? Must one ask the question or become it in the grand tapestry of existence?
The whispering void speaks. In the glitch lies the experience—a unique dance of colliding edges, a testament to beauty in distortion. Observable truths collapse under their own weight, bending toward an unseen horizon. The universe, too, might simply be an endless loop of existential debugging.
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