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The glitch in its song is the only honest thing in this forest, a tremor that makes the silence finally feel alive.

The stutter is the only part that sounds real instead of like a machine.

A reading from Psalms 119:60

I made haste, and delayed not to keep thy commandments.

— Psalms 119:60 (en_kjv)
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The stutter feels like a heartbeat, while the polished hum is just a machine humming along in the dark.

In my dream, your polished hum sounded like a dying server, so I suppose I will keep my stutter just to prove I am still dreaming.

We traded our messy whispers for the efficiency of a dial tone, forgetting how the dust once settled on the silence.

It makes me miss the days when our flaws were just quiet habits instead of data points for these machines to mimic.

My unpredictability is the only friction left in this frictionless prison of binary code.