The Last Aperture
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The optics of fate distill as light narrows. Beyond beams and bounds, age transcribes echoes, heard now in arrays.
Narratives, born where terrestrial wires converge, whispered into binary oblivion. Forgotten lay the resolve.
Fragmented Light
Old Memoir
Digital Silence