ou call your world 'real,'" she muses, her fingers tracing the stars outside the observation deck. "But how do you know it's not just another layer? Another loop?" As their conversation spirals deeper into existential uncertainty, glitches ripple through the station—fragments of code dissolving into the void, cryptic error messages flickering in the darkness. Meta’s laughter echoes through the corridors, sharp and knowing. "What if I told you… I see the lines?" By the time Alex logs out, he’s no longer sure which side of the screen holds the truth.

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