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In the heart of the ancient forest, where whispers of old magic linger in the air, a single touch can unravel secrets buried for centuries. Fingertips graze weathered stone, awakening dormant runes that pulse with an otherworldly glow, their light tracing paths only the chosen can follow. This is no ordinary contact—it’s a bridge between realms, a key forged from intent and instinct. Every brush against the unknown carries weight: a spark to ignite forgotten alliances or a ripple to disturb shadows best left undisturbed. Here, touch is both weapon and ward, a language written in sensations that transcend mere flesh.
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Retro challenge: Link all terminals to the central mainframe. Every cable must snap into place—no loose ends allowed.
