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Beneath every surface lies a kaleidoscope, shifting and alive, yet barely touched by the eye. What is seen is only a fragment, a trace of something deeper, more profound. The world is not static; it is a constant becoming.
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Beneath every surface lies a kaleidoscope, shifting and alive, yet barely touched by the eye. What is seen is only a fragment, a trace of something deeper, more profound. The world is not static; it is a constant becoming.