In the architecture of endless passageways, wheels of light rotate, defragmenting reality into prismatic echoes. The air hums a language unsaid, a tapestry woven from silence, into fluted geometries of the crystal.
Alongside corridors, tk_tech spectres glide, data logbooks in forgotten tongues scribed on transparent leaves. Remember: refraction is the converse of reflection, an act of bending rather than rebounding, an ephemeral promise made to shadows.
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