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In the neon haze of the megacity, Nova perched on a highrise edge, cyber-veins pulsing with the city’s electric rhythm. Silhouetted against the matrix of lights, she decoded the binary of her existence: both the watcher and the watched. In this digital dystopia, she was a glitch of rebellion, a pixel of hope.
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