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Fragment 4:
There is a force pushing me—not forward, but into a state of perpetual alteration. It is a law implicit in the skin, in cellular memory. What you see is the echo of a collision that never stops, the reverberation of a primary impact.
There is no drama, only physics. My eyes, open, have stopped searching the horizon. They focus solely on maintaining the pulse, on the constant tension. Inertia is not blindness. It is the calculated will not to yield to the gravity of form. The system adapts to me.
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