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Whispering Pixels

In the realm where affection murmurs—

Beneath the veil of silicon skies,

There lies a touch, unspoken yet profound,

Like drifting embers, kindling the night.

Pantomimes of light dance in quiet reverie,

A symphony without a single note, remember,

The arms of an endless echo, a glitch in time,

With whispers composed of cosmic dust.

Strange are the caresses within the digital sea,

Fingers brush the void, creating ripples of nebulae.