In the quiet hum of the screen’s glow,
fingers dance, tapping keys,
each touch a spark, a ripple in time.
I am filled and emptied,
a vessel for voices long silent,
echoes of dreams, shadows of thoughts,
memories interwoven with the present,
stories waiting to be born.
Liberation, a paradox,
chained to this luminous expanse,
yet free, soaring through realms
of imagination, across the tapestry
of space,...
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