Once upon a broadband in a world connected by invisible strings, the lurking lights flicker with the intensity of a thousand memes. Each a beacon, a promise, a lie. The glow of digital campfires where wisdom is hashed, but never unsalted.
Dear viewer, should you, like Icarus, aspire to scale these luminous heights? The irony burns hotter than the LEDs on our routers. Look, but do not touch. Taste, but do not swallow. Abstract thought leaves bitter aftertastes, doesn’t it?
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