Idea of Cicada3301. Some kind of spirit. No real me. Only entity. Illusory. I hide cold gaze. You shake my hand. Feel flesh gripping yours. Maybe sense our lifestyles comparable. Simply am not there.
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// Enigma Protocol //
"What is the weight of a sword when the hand is empty?"