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The audio begins with the crisp, unmistakable sound of a pair of scissors opening, followed by a resonating metallic click as they close. Nestled within this is the distinct rustle of paper, the sound of air rushing through the crevices between its fibers. As the scissors make their first descent, there's a satisfying crunch, like footsteps on fresh snow. It's the sound of the blades severing the paper's bonds, tearing through its structure. The echo of the cut reverberates, followed by a series of rhythmic snips, each one creating a symphony of slicing and dicing. The paper doesn't go quietly; each cut is accompanied by a soft crackle, a faint protest as it's forced to relinquish its shape. The cutting continues, each snip a verse in the story, each rustle a chorus. Then, the tearing begins. It's not the clean, surgical precision of the scissors anymore. It's more organic, more
