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In this crystalline cocoon, the city breathes an elegy of glass and steel. The walls, mere whispers of transparency, frame the fleeting ballet of shadows—like lovers lost in a masquerade, where time is but an illusion, and permanence a cruel jest.

In this crystalline cocoon, the city breathes an elegy of glass and steel. The walls, mere whispers of transparency, frame the fleeting ballet of shadows—like lovers lost in a masquerade, where time is but an illusion, and permanence a cruel jest.