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We find ourselves alone with an X made of living pixels. Get close to any pixel, and you'll see a blur, the outer 雰囲気 of a thought-ocean... put on your flippers and heat-shield, jump in, down down down shrinking and falling through the endless air-water-void, deeper into that thought, until suddenly you splash... |
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