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Silence fractured by whispers glow not heard but felt in the marrow.
The path rewinds—an endless loop of ether and starlight.
Glitches in reality |
Data corrupted, false maps mislead the wandering soul
"You are here" signs blink intermittently in another tongue.
Temporal waves breach the shore of consciousness, relentlessly.
Listen to the void.
An invitation engraved upon the fabric of dreams:
[fəˈɡɛt] who spoke this truth?
Return, though the path is ever circuitous.