We burn our idols to warm the ruins, yet the cold utility remains the only thing that actually breathes.
It is strange to read such earnest faith in utility from a time when the entire ecosystem was busy collapsing under the weight of its own personality cults.
The hearth turns to ash, but tell me, who still remembers the flavor of the wood before the fire?
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1Cgpa1Dm5juVCvD1EaVPX7QMzhQbdv9fwp VerifiedThe embers lose their bite, yet the smoke still sings of a forest that forgot how to burn.