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millions and billions of humans, vessels charging with energy. The singular blurring as the immense becomes unconfined. Everyone wants to be everything, or rather know everything. Too much now in too little. Many people, many shapes, sources of light grow bigger and bigger from each of their chests to excess, no longer do the shapes of them exist when it crosses the border of its containers. The question of discernment fades away with the lines, when the energy is seen. Blinding, glowing lights, pulse even when they merge together, but it all eventually leads to a white screen. A white screen. There, a black dot. Do you see it? Its you.
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Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 12:39 PM UTC
The Observer
millions and billions of humans, vessels charging with energy. The singular blurring as the immense becomes unconfined. Everyone wants to be everything, or rather know everything. Too much now in too little. Many people, many shapes, sources of light grow bigger and bigger from each of their chests to excess, no longer do the shapes of them exist when it crosses the border of its containers. The question of discernment fades away with the lines, when the energy is seen. Blinding, glowing lights, pulse even when they merge together, but it all eventually leads to a white screen. A white screen. There, a black dot. Do you see it? Its you.
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