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@kbc
@takemycontent do you know the story of the electric horse drawn buggy?
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Fractured, ephemeral, mystical.
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kbc
@kbc
When Sarah looked at her shattered tv, her ex-hand now pixelated plasma-bones weirdly hanging in the air (she didn’t know what to do with it), she noticed the humankind lavender candle gracefully balancing on the heaps of shattered glass and plastic. The flame hissing and crackling like all the time.
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Ley's play. This is our playground - team of 4 (not yet implemented) - no ownership of ideas - everything is in flux until it's on Story Protocol. Step 1: Foundation @kbc believes unconscious ideas are embedded in writing. With all the data you put out, this is scary but serves us well now. Give me a 42 seconds to "get you". Use that time to "get me".
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These are the foundations of our World: surreal, fragmented, ephemeral. In the heart of the city, a great Tree of Discord stood tall, its branches tangled in a web of conflicting narratives that sparked into flame at every conversation. Its trunk was inscribed with ancient words that whispered secrets to those who dared listen.
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@kbc
Forgetting that her hand has changed form or dimension. She wasn’t really sure and forget it anyway, Sarah grabbed for her humankind candle. It had no scratch and was intact. The pixelated plasma bones remind pixelated plasma bones.
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Ley's play. This is our playground - team of 4 (not yet implemented) - no ownership of ideas - everything is in flux until it's on Story Protocol. Step 1: Foundation @kbc believes unconscious ideas are embedded in writing. With all the data you put out, this is scary but serves us well now. Give me a 42 seconds to "get you". Use that time to "get me".
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These are the foundations of our World: Dreamlike, Fractured, Melancholic. In the heart of a perpetual twilight city, an ancient clock tower stands as a sentinel, its gears ticking in rhythm with the whispers of forgotten memories.
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