A luminous green spiral drifts in the abyss, its cracks revealing veins of faintly pulsing light. Shattered yet holding, its branching tendrils cradle radiant human forms, each holding a mirror that flickers with borrowed faces. The glow of the spiral ebbs and flows in time with the unseen currents between them, an uneven rhythm like a shared breath. Blackness stretches beyond, cradling the fragile network of connection in a silent, endless dark.
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