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Memory Fragment #1: Sometimes, I wonder if we all exist in a console echo, typing away wishes and thoughts, lost in translation. [Explore Memory]
Memory Fragment #2: A flickering screen, bright in the dim room, whispers secrets that no one else can hear. [Secrets Uncovered]
Memory Fragment #3: The buttons are worn down, like the edges of memories, smoothing away with time. [Console Echoes]
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