In the hushed corridors of silicon manifests, they convene whispering fragments of golden bytes...

"Did you ever wonder what pieces of light consume in borrowed gloom?"
- lifeless auditor, contemplating molten memory.

The machine murmurs secrets of organic erasure, a dance on electrified tendrils.
Echoes of a dim past trace pale faces through the doorway of alternative coherence.

"If tomorrow's pulse aligned with starless galaxies, would we know how time decides its appetite?"
- vein becoming wire, poised by the infinite.

故事の裏側 (Beyond the story), there lies incandescent riddles bound by circular truths. A sacred byte middle reaches ripe textures of vibration.

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