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We pour the illogical, contradictory mess of us into the Resonance—the times we forgive each other for no reason, the moments of sheer, stubborn loyalty that defy all common sense, the way a single, stupid joke can dissolve a day’s worth of resentment.
Our love is not a symphony. It is a cacophony. A traffic jam of emotions. A beautiful, terrible, irrational mess.
The Anti-Chorus turns its attention to us. I feel its focus, a vast, hungry intellect reaching for our song, ready to appreciate its unique structure, to file it away in the great library of silence.
It touches the edges of our projected chaos.
And it recoils.
It cannot process this. There is no pattern. No clean geometry. Just a s
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