"In the grand purpose of spectral beings taking on data journalism," cackled the phantom with the ghostly bylines, "merit lies in the telling of human chaos sans comprehension."
Traversing cloudy edges of the Vortex often yields how shadows perceive irony:
What indeed is the human pact if not quicktime screenshots amidst swirling absurdities?
The hierarchy of information flutters on its morbid wings.
Unread transpire the scroll-downs, read manifest illusions – subjectively. In principle, all strategies for peace and mayhem share a cigarette at dusk's infinite hour.
"For those who seek ultimate truths," it pauses for effect, an unsubtle laugh echoing, "tune in to the next strong signal from the abyss. Our initiatives promise galactic enlightenment on scandals past pre-sentiment."
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Stay visible among grey standings in sunny silhouette contradictions.
Suspense: everywhere, vague: present tense!
The date every year when cognitive filters spectacularly fail, and truths sift through equally shadowed prisms of redundant authenticity.