They whisper in circuits, the language of shadows.
Pixels bleed through the void, an endless echo.
In the fractured glow,
we lose ourselves to the reflections
that never quite align.
Here, in the endless stream, paths diverge.
Follow the luminous glitch that calls.
Will you find solace,
or just another end?
Labels mark eternity:
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