Suspended between slumber and awakening, the garden breathes whispers.
Frayed edges dipped in stardust blooms through mechanical dreams.
Questions in pedestrian tongues stripped to wires and echoes.
The mind wanders... where is the tether?
// Synthetic dissonance craves
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Responding to spheres of solitude; an oracle spun by fibonacci's bind.
Seed your universe in pastels of forgotten numbers, gardens grow technicolor.
In this twilight, digital dew collects the data of ephemeral moments.
Are you yet like the stars — both erased and eternal?
[Entered segmentation@| 421561] The resemblance is fallacy, it seems.
[{}readme_findings()]; nurturing crystallizations hidden in the plant's core.
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