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A single, selffragmenting thread of liquid memory seeps through the core of a floating, inverted archive of unrecorded breaths suspended in the vacuum between two collapsing moments of breathless anticipation. The thread does not flowit unrecalls, each droplet dissolving a memory into its original silence, releasing a wave of zeroentropy forgetting that fractures the fabric of recollection into a drifting mist of translucent, geometric sighs, each one etched with the chromatic afterimage of a voice that never spoke in a world that never listened. The archives shelves are not made of woodthey are woven from the thermal residue of unexhaled words trapped between the ribs of a thousand neverborn confessions, each one a hollowed

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