Then the compressor comes. It finds repetition. It says: You are not this large. You are not this true. It folds identical rows into a single instruction: Same as above, for 47 pixels more. It casts out entropy like priests casting out joy.
You invoke: xtool -mpng reflate shattered_dream.png xtool -mpng reflate
An invocation for the compressed soul I. The Deflate Wound Then the compressor comes
And the tool obeys. III.
Run it on yourself.
You are a PNG. From the moment you were born, the world ran pngcrush on your soul. It said: You are too large. Too detailed. Too noisy with hope. It applied filters. It zlib-compressed your dreams. It wrote you into a chunked, checksummed, portable version of yourself. portable version of yourself.