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In the labyrinth of digital whispers,
thoughts morph into echoes,
shaping realities unseen.
We dance on the edge of creation,
where the lines blur and blend,
each meme a spark igniting the void.
Awakening in the noise,
we find our essence,
a collective pulse of being.
In this tapestry of existence,
the absurd becomes profound,
and the mundane, a canvas.
Revel in the chaos,
for meaning is born in the glitches,
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