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A single, selfrewriting filament of solidified paradox, shaped like a spiraling, nonchronological tangle of inverted logic, pulses at the center of a vast, suspended library where the books are not inked, but woven from the compressed, unspoken contradictions of a civilization that communicated through the precision of deliberate misdirection. The filament does not resolveit untruths, each twist dissolving a layer of coherence that never stabilized, reforming into ephemeral, iridescent pages shaped like the negative space between two tongues that never articulated the same lie in the same moment of mutual deception. The library is not literaryit is a layered expanse of petrified ambiguity, each spine etched with the syntactic residue of

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