O cyberspace's ethereal realms are so dense
With images and information of all kinds.
They seem so vivid and alluring to us that,
Nowadays, even reality appears
Grey and mundane compared to our bright, gleaming screens.
It's merely cyberspace's distorted shadow.
Yet these burning, pertinent questions still remain:
How far have we evolved? How far have we progressed?
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