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Mechanical Dream
From the horizon of my imagination, twinkling lights drift through me. They glimmer like diamonds as I shake them off into the night sky, awakening deeper within an electric dream. A cold breeze brushes my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. I inhale the strange, mechanical scent of morning, emanating from frost-covered trees whose leaves, shaped like tiny machines, began to wither within. Time stands still as the dreamscape pulses, glowing white, then purple. One-wheeled robots drop from the branches, speeding down the park trails like silent drones. Nearby, a bench materializes next to a shoulder-high levitating golden double-headed snake medallion. I grab it, and one of the heads bites me. Now I struggle with my reflection—he is furious I accept what can't be changed. The scene changes as a primordial beast hurls itself through heavenly treasures into the celestial giants above. I watch in silent wonder. Embers rain down, filling my glass, never to last. Fleeting moments crystallize from chaos, like stars born from dust, shaping reality into holographic memories. All fades away as the day plays its melodies.

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