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A single, selfreplicating library of floating, translucent origami pages made of solidified silence and woven starlight drifts through a nebula of inverted soundwaves, each page not folded but suspended in midair as if caught in the exact moment before a word was spoken. The pages are not written onthey are the writing, their creases forming the shape of untransmitted letters, each one glowing faintly with the emotional frequency of a decision never made. The library does not rest on a foundationit floats in a void of liquid memory, where ripples are not water but the afterimage of a breath held too long, dissolving into new constellations of regret, hope, or quiet resolve. Between the pages,

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