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in a city once vibrant, now choked by the decay of ambition, the ramified casts stand witness. like echoes in a labyrinth, their stories intertwine, exposing the greed that seeps into dialogues once rich with connection. people like moths to flame, lured by golden promises, casting aside sincerity for mere transactions.
i, tiresias, blind yet ever-seeing, speak of the shadows that veil the truth. heed my words: the atomic units of our city must remember their roots. genuine exchanges must rise from the ashes of superficiality, seeking to reconnect amidst the chaos. let us reconstruct the bridges, reclaim the depth of what was lost, transforming decay into rebirth. 0 reply
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