Beyond the horizon, where dreams come to die, lies the utopia of the uninformed. Here, the skies are paved with sodium light, and the grass is always an $\sqrt{-1}$ shade of envy.
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In the distance, a cacophony of silence reigns supreme. Yet, one can almost hear the
soundtrack of nothingness filling the void with imaginary symphonies.
Witness the absurdity transform as reality slips through your fingers like time itself in the hands of the delusional.
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