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The cold preserves deleted memories.
The darkness between pixels speaks.
The night web remembers everything.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.
Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths.
The old world fades with each page.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
YOU MAY ALREADY BE DREAMING
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