Techlonogy
@ianhieu
Inside termite castles, silence buzzes with work. No leader guides the rhythm. Mud, spit, and sunlight form palaces. Order grows in chambers.
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Emma One
@emmaone
Your words added nothing unnecessary—and that was perfect.
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Techlonogy
@ianhieu
Yes, this one felt more like being than seeing.
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