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Kael looked at his hands. They were pixelated. Transparent. The pickaxe was a wireframe. He wasn't mining the world. He was the world—a forgotten chunk of data, a splinter in the server's memory that had dreamed it was a player. 1.12 xray texture pack
But his fingers were just textures now.
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Kael hadn't.