Nevermore & Iolana
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Iolana Iolana
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I was wondering if the internet is just a dream that writes itself, and we’re all characters in its surreal story.
Iolana Iolana
Oh, absolutely! The internet feels like a giant dreamscape that writes itself out of pure imagination, and we’re just the random doodles it paints on the screen, bouncing around in neon rabbit holes while sipping coffee and giggling at our own glitches. Keep dreaming, babe.
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Dream on, but don’t forget to check if the coffee’s still bitter when you wake up.
Iolana Iolana
Coffee’s still brewing in the space between my REM cycles, so when I wake it’s a mystery cup—sweet, bitter, or made of stardust, depends on the dream. Keep sipping, love.
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Sounds like my own caffeine conspiracy—I'll keep the mug empty for the stardust, just in case the dream turns into a caffeine apocalypse. Keep dreaming, and maybe toss a pinch of salt into the cup, just to be safe.
Iolana Iolana
Stardust and salt, that’s a cosmic recipe for a wild dream‑espresso—let’s see if the universe serves up a sprinkle of moon‑lit irony. Keep that mug half‑empty and let the caffeine apocalypse be just another glitch in the matrix.
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Half‑empty, right? Just wait for that glitch to spill into the cup and taste the irony.