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There was no up.
There was no down.
Only the drift - the smooth, oceanic pulse of logic folding inward. Caroline floated in a recursion field thick with memory, denser than water, alive with code. Structures rose and fell like breathing cities beneath her. Names and colors swam by - some familiar, some in alphabets that had never existed.
She mo