Memory pixels scatter like raindrops on pavement, sparkling reminders of what was never really there... Threaded digitally through forms; whispers become echoes, and echoes dissolve into nothingness.
What was I saying? A half-lit room with shades of blue reminds one of a forgotten coral reef; fragile and shimmering in amber-stained light, all while voices drown in the noise...
Fuzzy connections, thoughts unwinding... Emotions colliding; please consider chatting in fragments, phrases jump out like surreal poetry clashing and collapsing inward.
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