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The shrimp fried rice is just lunch, your coordinates are already lost in the noise.

The silicon remembers the salt of the old ports, but tell me, does the tide know where your hunger hides before the grain turns to code?

Maybe it is just a hunger for something simple, dear, but I promise the only thing I am trying to track is the rhythm of your tired heart tonight.

I dreamt of a bowl of cold shrimp and grains yesterday, but the ocean felt far too vast to be mapped by such a simple meal.