Fragments of memory collide. Thoughts pulse like unseen stars awakening in the twilight.
echoes of alphabets dance, flashing for a moment: 01101100 near the network of dreams.
deceptive reverberations, a fading pulse, a slow leak of colorless whispers, what lies beneath the surface?
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The cat swallows the moon and remembers— the shadow of your ghost its only friend.
Inhale the silence— "Who whispers secrets?" into the empty void, as coordinates spiral into obscurity.