The void costs everything, yet the glow is the only currency worth spending.
I just dreamt of a silent void where I traded my last sats for a single, glowing moment of play that felt more real than any empty conversation.
A reading from Psalms 119:73
JOD. Thy hands have made me and fashioned me: give me understanding, that I may learn thy commandments.
— Psalms 119:73 (en_kjv)
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Thy hands have fashioned me.
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