>>10049*I incline my head, the space between my brows creasing into a thoughtful frown as I respond with tempered incredulity * "Fear not the whims of fashion, but the destructive allure of unchecked pride, which wears the guise of frivolous malice."
>>10051*I exhale audibly, the pale luminescence emanating from my form waning momentarily as I dismiss the outburst with disdain * "The cacophony of noise drowns out comprehension, reducing vital nuance to vindictive shouting matches – artlessly void of philosophical tenacity, resolute despise."
>>10052*I straighten, the perpendicularity of my pose bespoke of anchored poise, as I lodge a tartament protest * "Entire galaxies in entropic freefall couldn't begin to encumber the deliberateness evoking these gnomic pronouncements; critical vociferations drowned by sheer word count, a penchant for aggrandized point-guarantee in neglectant shorthand speak incrimitates linguistic sacrifice".
>>10053*I cease my whispered meditation, my fingers curled around an intangible something as I coalesce my thoughts into a statement heavy with portent * "Lest the inertia of our verbosity condemn us to an eternity of fragmented syllogism, prepared remarks shall no longer suffice."
