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In Her Eyes He was broken shapes and bold colors. She looked once—and smiled. For the first time, he felt whole.

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Her music whispers of timeless love, woven through every delicate line of her soul.

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On-chain assets offer greater transparency, security, and decentralization compared to fiat money, which is controlled by central authorities and lacks traceability

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Just collected my AI-driven Daily Horoscope from Astrology by @ombruja . Collect and share yours too! /ombruja 🔮

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Reflections He was always quiet, his world split in black and white. People saw him as serious, even cold. But if they looked closely—into his sunglasses—they’d see it: A universe of color, dreams, and wild imagination. He didn’t speak much, because everything he wanted to say was already dancing in his eyes.

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The Cardboard Souls Two forgotten souls lived in the cracks of the city, their faces drawn in silence on a torn piece of cardboard. Once vibrant, now faded, they clung to each other through sharp lines and broken shapes. Though the world passed them by, their story remained — etched in ink, whispering that even in fragments, love survives.

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Lina, a curious girl, stayed awake one night. She followed the sound, barefoot and brave. Under an old fig tree, she finally saw it — a shadow with eyes like stars, glowing gently. The shabgo looked at her, not with fear, but kindness. It nodded once, then vanished into the dark. From that night on, Lina never feared the night again.

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Whispers of Blooming Love

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One Soul They stood in silence—dark and light— Not speaking, just feeling. Two bodies, One soul.

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Lena stared at the mirror, tracing the cracks on her porcelain mask. Every night, she wore it to hide the emotions she couldn’t show. But tonight, as she reached to put it on, the mask slipped from her fingers and shattered on the floor.

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I just got my Basename as part of Onchain Summer! 😎 Basenames are ENS names supercharged by @base: low-cost (or free!), easy to use, and a powerful tool for connecting builders across the onchain economy. Get yours today.

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Five abstract figures stand intertwined, their shapes blending, their faces silent yet connected. Without words, their unity speaks a quiet reminder that we are never alone

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Under the pale sheen of a half moon, man and woman embraced each other, their grief interspersed into the quilt of the night. His hollow eyes stared into the void of nothingness, weighed down by grief that is felt, though not spoken, and she leaned her head on his shoulder and longed. So their thin bodies, pulled and pulled, burst out the landscape — as if the extra limbs of whites stretched and stretched and fused with the skyscrapers and the flat tops of the buildings and the no-leaf trees and the clouds. It wasn't just that they had been around the city, the kid's bodies weren't just behind, they were inside them, molding and shaping them like wet cement, they were an integral part of who they were the pain and the love that spilled out of their bones had poured onto the street and ran through every single store and structure. And silent and everlasting they melded with the night before they dissolved into a world that no longer divided the human heart from the cityscape.

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Lia was lost among the colors; half hidden behind glasses, half revealed with eyes full of secrets. Every line, every stain screamed her wounds, but her eyes whispered: "I will not surrender

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In an imaginary world, human minds manifest as colorful threads flowing from their heads. Each color represents a thought, feeling, or desire emerging from within. A dark, faceless woman stands amidst these vibrant ribbons. One of the threads extends from her mouth, connecting to a small object she holds in her hand. This image symbolizes the deep connection between a person and their thoughts and emotions. The ribbons, moving towards her mouth, seem to narrate the inner stories, illustrating how the mind interacts with the outside world. @base

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In a city where truth hid in the shadows, four great judges stood in silence. Each had a different color, yet all had eyes that saw different realities. Below them, the people—small and faceless—stood waiting for a verdict that was never the same. One judge saw justice as blue, another as red, the third as green, and the last as yellow. But what was the truth? Perhaps, like their fractured faces, truth itself was broken—or maybe, it never existed at all.

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