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Random mermaid
This is the reality of the Internet. Nobody has a plan. Sure, we work to build things, and they may end up in the general direction where we planned them, but everything takes on a life of its own as the mass consciousness and the consensual hallucination takes hold. The founders of anything successful describe, in retrospect, how they planned things, but the reality is that nothing ever goes according to plan.

The trilling warble of the ice, breaking, moving, scraping against itself. It is the crack and complaint of structure giving way, of bonds twisting and sheering. Solid is an illusion in a universe that drifts and flows.