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Progress flows like a river of light through time

Progress flows like a river of light through time, transforming the old man into a shadow of smoke, a titan of sinew fading into the mist of memory, replaced by an avatar of contemporary gentleness. This one, sculpted from new desires and norms, carries the days like a dream of vegan colors, where meat is just a myth told by extinguished fires, and wine, a relic of victories from long ago. He, who neither smokes nor drinks, yet infuses his soul with essences that seduce his senses in a dance of change, in a world where ecology becomes a green religion, and dogs are companions through the gardens of eternity. Progress sings to a society that hides its shadows beneath the mask of the blue light of vibrating screens, sublimating evil into electric-hearted benefits, where civilization is born from glandular dreams. In this world, every person is an island of dreams, a pawn on the board of a game with changing rules, where progress is a new garment for old desires, and the flow of consciousness is a wave of carried melancholy.

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