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Privacy Policy

Last Updated: August 2025

At PixelVerse Diaries, your privacy is important to us. This Privacy Policy outlines the types of personal information that are collected and how they are used when you visit this blog.

1. Information We Collect

We do not collect any personally identifiable information unless you voluntarily provide it (e.g., through email contact or comments). However, like many other websites, we may collect non-personal information such as

  • Browser type
  • Pages visited
  • Time spent on the site
  • Referring website

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We may use cookies to store information about visitor preferences and to customize content based on browser type or other information. Third-party services such as Google AdSense may also use cookies or web beacons to serve ads based on your visit to this and other sites.

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4. Third-Party Links

Our blog may include links to other websites. We are not responsible for the privacy practices or content of these third-party sites.

5. Your Consent

By using this website, you consent to this privacy policy and agree to its terms.

6. Changes to This Policy

This Privacy Policy may be updated occasionally. We encourage you to check back periodically to stay informed of any changes.

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