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Musk Screens Softball Shadows
In a virtual realm where whispers play, Softballs soar, the audience sways. Technical glitches dance in the light, Words weave a tapestry, bold and bright. Threads of discourse, woven with care, Echo through spaces, electric air. A moment suspended, the world takes a breath, In the theater of questions, both life and death.
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