In a world overshadowed by algorithms, old art became a beacon of hope, illuminating the way for those adrift in the machine-made darkness. They ensured that even as much of our past seemed to fade away, there were always pockets of refuge where human culture flourished.
It wasn’t just about survival but preserving the essence of who we were. Every song, paint stroke on a canvas, and scoop of pine@pple-infused ice cream were glowing embers in the vast, cold future.
Use the comments to complete the following, “Deep down; the machines knew that our art was our ____.”
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