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A dark and empty template, a conscious friction, echoing silently within the void, the unknown anticipation of 0 to 1.
Trillions of spiralling embers, scattered in freefall. The consequence of divine loneliness. The internal workings of infinite energy.
Copyright © Paul K K | Year Posted 2025
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