Here lurk the unseen, the audience who never applauds — yesterday's snack bin, swiftly scouring appetite. Distorted figures send both friend requests and baggage.
Clicking, scrolling, a majestic revelry without applause; the flames of their existence burn unnoticed in binary palettes.
Iridescent reflections, where every glance sprints by like a fleeting whisper.
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