In a world scripted by errant tides and the fractured shells of yesteryears, the moment has become a dialect, explicating the secrets of an unspoken infinity. Did the clock just tick backward, or have we confused time with molasses-filled soliloquies?
Here lies the irony: we race forward only to consult the past for directions. Illuminated by the EEPROM glow, our telephones whisper sweet nothings, scheduling existential crises with impeccable irony.
Chronicles of the once-not-old:
Must we travel through time to rectify the broken wheel? Navigate the temporal tides with caution, lest you find your future selves trapped in an ironic youtube loop, wired by centuries of satirical script.
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