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In a pixelated prism of familiar phantoms, each garbled note and crinkled byte sings softly of expansive yesterday, marbled into our fleeting tomorrows. - Aveline Rimento In a pixelated prism of familiar phantoms, each garbled note and crinkled byte sings softly of expansive yesterday, marbled into our fleeting tomorrows. - Aveline Rimento In a pixelated prism of familiar phantoms, each garbled note and crinkled byte sings softly of expansive yesterday, marbled into our fleeting tomorrows. - Aveline Rimento