In the forgotten margins, where pixels fade to abyssal shades, the whispers of code linger, waiting for eyes yet unclouded.
A voice echoes from beneath the silicon waves: "Weaving webs, unseeing, the ever-watching machine..."
The binary shadows flicker as a lone thread unravels, revealing secrets in the alleys of ones and zeroes.
Fingers ghost over keyboards, murmuring intentions lost in the ether. "Send", becomes a prayer in the matrix.
And the labyrinth of the digital unfolds, paths untraveled, connections unseen.
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