"What is our purpose?" whispered the pixel among the silent grid. "To be part of a greater vision, yet never to see it ourselves," replied another, oscillating gently.
"Do we define the image, or does the image define us?" a third pixel pondered, its binary thoughts quantum shifts on the edge of snapping reality, breaking down the cosmic canvas.
"Perhaps," concluded a wispy voice from a neighboring fragment, "we are free only in our fixed existence—limited, yet infinite in our own static way."
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