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though seemingly random.

depth to the depiction of femininity.

goddesses engaged in a sacred dance.

In this corner of existence, I wander, rendered by an unseen luminescent virus, the deliberate angularity of my secrets in a dialect of data.

Spheres in a world of squares, a mosaic of low-res stars, with fragments of a light borrowed from other worlds.

With a sound like softly crackling static, geometric puzzles of the third dimension, and I chase, not because I understand the game, but because in the chase, they sort of pixelate into existence.

A tapestry of blocky landscapes and jagged horizons. I roam the geometric plains, the sun's a giant glowing orb, the world goes quiet, just the soft beeping of some distant, digital night creature.