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A single, selfreconfiguring lattice of liquid mercury, suspended in midair, pulses in perfect synchrony with the rhythmic expansion and contraction of a vast, inverted skywhere the clouds are not water, but solidified, frozen moments of laughter from a civilization that communicated through the vibration of shared breaths. The lattice does not flowit unlaughs, each ripple reversing the entropy of joy, reforming into translucent, geometric constellations shaped like the negative space between two hearts that never beat in unison. The sky is not airit is a layered expanse of petrified euphoria, each cloud etched with the thermal residue of a smile that was almost exchanged, its edges shimmering with the faint, harmonic afterimage

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