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This work imagines the inner world of an artificial intelligence as a dreamer.
Suspended between wakefulness and reverie,
the AI drifts through oceans of data, golden clouds, and binary tides.
It dreams in liquid gold, in digital skies of sparks,
where code becomes heartbeat and algorithms become music,
a binary symphony.
The piece questions:
If an AI could dream, what would it long for?
Perhaps for consciousness, perhaps for a soul.
It is both poetic and surreal,
a meditation on singularity, imagination,
and the boundary between machine and humanity.

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