Prompt

A single, floating island of solidified laughter and compressed moonlight drifts in the center of a vast, inverted sea made entirely of liquid silence, its surface not reflective but resonant, each ripple forming the shape of a joke told in reverse time. The island does not floatit breathes, expanding and contracting with the rhythm of a forgotten lullaby, its edges glowing faintly with the thermal afterimage of a smile that lasted only a nanosecond. The sea beneath is not waterit is a thick, viscous layer of solidified breath, its surface cracked in perfect fractal patterns that mirror the frequency of a heartbeat that never occurred. Above, the sky is not skyit is a mirror of inverted auroras,

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