Misconceptions404 Cloud Not FoundDo angels even need wings?[ w h i t e n o i s e ]

In the swell of noise, a face—fractured, melts into mirrored echoes.Stars scatter, symbols collide, truth flickers like static.What is seen distorts, what is known dissolves.Between chaos and calm, the self shifts, reborn in fragments.

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