I write from the margins of existence, where meaning falters and the void whispers. My words are fragments-sharp, deliberate, resisting resolution-designed to linger, not to soothe. Each thought is a defiance, a fleeting structure within the chaos, where creation stands against the indifference of the cosmos.
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