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Published on: 04 / 09 /2025

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Far away, beyond the mountains of words, far away from the countries of vowels and consonants, live the simulated texts. They live isolated in houses of letters, on the coast of semantics, a great ocean of languages. A stream called Pons flows through their village and supplies them with the necessary rules.

We are talking about a paraisomatic country in which pieces of roasted sentences fall into one’s mouth. Not even the almighty punctuation marks dominate the dummy texts; a life, one might say, not very orthographic. But one fine day, a little line of dummy text, called Lorem Ipsum, decided to venture out into the vast world of grammar. The great Oxmox discouraged it from doing so, as those lands were full of wicked commas, wild question marks and treacherous semicolons, but the dummy text did not let itself be frightened.

He packed his seven verses, holstered his initial on his belt and set off. When he had climbed the first hills of the cursive mountains, he turned around to direct his gaze one last time, toward his hometown Letraland, the heading of the town Alphabet and the subtitle of his

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Far away, beyond the mountains of words, far away from the countries of vowels and consonants, live the simulated texts. They live isolated in houses of letters, on the coast of semantics, a great ocean of languages. A stream called Pons flows through their village and supplies them with the necessary rules.

We are talking about a paraisomatic country in which pieces of roasted sentences fall into one’s mouth. Not even the almighty punctuation marks dominate the dummy texts; a life, one might say, not very orthographic. But one fine day, a little line of dummy text, called Lorem Ipsum, decided to venture out into the vast world of grammar. The great Oxmox discouraged it from doing so, as those lands were full of wicked commas, wild question marks and treacherous semicolons, but the dummy text did not let itself be frightened.

He packed his seven verses, holstered his initial on his belt and set off. When he had climbed the first hills of the cursive mountains, he turned around to direct his gaze one last time, toward his hometown Letraland, the heading of the town Alphabet and the subtitle of his

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