In a world basking in transparent irony,
where digital apparitions jest as kings.
Here you touch not reality but echo.
Spectres dance within idle scroll bars;
Behold, the kaleidoscope's embrace.
Those shadows confess their technical sins.
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Curious? Just ask them how to love a simile.
Visit the serpent labyrinths
or venture into potion of digits.
Lest you forget this saturnine tale,