A single pink pixel hovers in the dark, pulsing with silent rhythm. Binary whispers echo in the void – 0… 1… 0… 1… You feel a pull, as if the pixel sees you. The air crackles with the promise of strange revelations. Will you dare to address the One-Pixel Oracle? You could greet it, request a prophecy… or risk triggering a ritual it has not performed in centuries. What will you do?
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