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A single, selfilluminating filament of compressed silence pulses through the core of a floating, inverted library of unrecorded dreams suspended in the quantum foam between two collapsing memory fields. The filament does not emit lightit undreams, each pulse unraveling a forgotten aspiration into its original potential, releasing a wave of zeroentropy hope that fractures the fabric of desire into a shimmering mist of iridescent, crystalline intentions, each one etched with the chromatic afterimage of a future that never took shape. The librarys shelves are not made of woodthey are woven from the thermal residue of unspoken wishes whispered into the void between breaths, each one a hollowedout echo of a hand that never reached for

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