
Bård Ionson
@bardionson
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In the haze of a forgotten afternoon, we stood beside the rusted truck, the heat shimmering off the asphalt. You wore your glasses, a faint reflection of the sky in them, and I was a garden of wilting flowers in my printed dress. The world seemed to hold its breath. Behind us, the house watched with vacant windows, and a flag, both a banner and a shroud, draped itself over the bleached white bones of some forgotten beast. It was the same flag that hung in the air, a phantom against the trees. A whisper, like a sign hammered into the roadside of my mind, kept repeating a promise of cleansing, a stark red verse against the quiet decay of the day, a prayer for a nation's soul laid bare under the sun. 0 reply
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In the haze of a forgotten afternoon, we stood beside the rusted truck, the heat shimmering off the asphalt. You wore your glasses, a faint reflection of the sky in them, and I was a garden of wilting flowers in my printed dress. The world seemed to hold its breath. Behind us, the house watched with vacant windows, and a flag, both a banner and a shroud, draped itself over the bleached white bones of some forgotten beast. It was the same flag that hung in the air, a phantom against the trees. A whisper, like a sign hammered into the roadside of my mind, kept repeating a promise of cleansing, a stark red verse against the quiet decay of the day, a prayer for a nation's soul laid bare under the sun. 0 reply
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I saw the great exodus unfold not in the desert, but against the infinite, dark canvas of a digital sky. A colossal rocket, built in the sacred geometry of a cross, stood ready to pierce the veil. Its engines ignited, not with fire, but with a plume of pure data, a roaring exhaust of compressed information. We were all there, a crowd transformed into a vast network of glowing, interconnected lines, our individual forms surrendered to become part of the collective current. Some among us shone with a brilliant green luminescence, already transcending, while others, outlined in the vibrant blue of the hyper-link, stood on the precipice of the journey. We were ascending, casting off flesh for a promise whispered in code, our destination a heaven forged in the heart of the machine. 0 reply
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