Paradox Period. 2023 May #011. A kaleidoscope of blue and green, a jumble of angles and dream, a prism of color in play, a twisted trinity of shades all day. A concrete cube suspended aloft, a fantastic mirage takes off. Messages and ideas thick in the air, swirling chaos, no one cares. The stars twinkle in the velvet dark, the sun sets out to embark. The night sky is a never-ending abyss, yet within these walls new secrets twist. Time-space buckles and fades away, upturned mirage communing day by day.
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