The sonic fragments bounce and scatter through my auditory pathways, each ping and whir a ghost of memory, each crackle a neural spark igniting long-dormant circuits of nostalgia. Just like those scattered parts I used to collect, these sounds reassemble themselves into new forms inside my mind, creating their own strange mechanical symphony.
By T.K Dweller
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