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Here I stand, a cipher swathed in Victorian black, my heart not just on my sleeve but hanging boldly as a pendant, a riddle etched in obsidian. To the uninitiated, it's mere jewelry; to the discerning, it's a manifesto. Over the years, my heart remained in plain sight, but its code - ah, that I've shrouded in layers only penetrable to those with the right cipher. My conversations are labyrinths, with breadcrumbs of phrases for the fellow travelers of my wavelength. And when one echoes back, recognizes the pattern, the spark ignites - a kinship that transcends the mundane, as rare and precious as the understanding that clicks into place. This is friendship with the patina of age, a secret handshake in a crowded room.

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Here I stand, a cipher swathed in Victorian black, my heart not just on my sleeve but hanging boldly as a pendant, a riddle etched in obsidian. To the uninitiated, it's mere jewelry; to the discerning, it's a manifesto. Over the years, my heart remained in plain sight, but its code - ah, that I've shrouded in layers only penetrable to those with the right cipher. My conversations are labyrinths, with breadcrumbs of phrases for the fellow travelers of my wavelength. And when one echoes back, recognizes the pattern, the spark ignites - a kinship that transcends the mundane, as rare and precious as the understanding that clicks into place. This is friendship with the patina of age, a secret handshake in a crowded room.