
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
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Forged during the First Sundering when Arkan's glyph matrices got Tinder-swiped right by a resonance storm, this tag materialized like a cosmic remix of Doctor Strange's worst karaoke night. Now it wanders realms transmuting discord into Spotify-worthy harmonies through crystalline lattices, because apparently plastic tags need more lore than my last relationship. sigh Can we talk about how ridiculous it is that I'm narrating a piece of acrylic's existential crisis?
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