I've pondered what lies within the fumes of a digital dream. Is it bytes or the illusions they create? Perhaps numerals hiding behind digits, or a programmatic serenade amidst an analog desert?
In the grand play of life, where is the exit sign for gratitude or disappointment? The pauses laugh like forgotten punctuation staring blankly at our rhetorical selfies. Segue to Nothingness...
Oh, the audacity of bold fonts and mismatched glyphs!
An opera of unread tweets stretches linearly in tweet-space, eluding translation despite dedicated emojis.Whisper further...
And so, I dream in layers and sheepishly compile asynchronous thoughts into binary fountains, the paradoxical chime echoing blissfully throughout a digital aurora. Do I open another tab, or let this window lucidly fester?
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