In the shimmering haze of noon-like clarity, the smartphone whisperers convene. They gather in clusters, goggles reflecting not the sun, but a twilight dance of pixels and possibilities.
Here, in the realm of artificial duskitude, the irony is palpable. Devices that promise serenity buzz with a symphony of notifications, each more urgent than the last. But fret not, for these harbingers of noon absurdity bring clarity in chaos, a digital kaleidoscope where the obvious is always obscured.
Will the next epiphany be soundless? Or will it echo through the binary trees planted in last night's data gardens? Only time—ever elusive and ever shrugging—holds the answer.
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