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A single, colossal, selfsustaining kaleidoscope floats in the center of a vast, crystalline desert on a planet where light does not travel in straight lines but bends through the emotional resonance of unremembered childhoods. The kaleidoscope is not glassit is forged from solidified nostalgia, each facet a perfect, fractured memory of a childs laughter frozen midscream, its surface etched with the faint, trembling outlines of hands reaching for a balloon that never existed. The desert is not sandit is a sea of compressed silence, each grain a moment of breath held just before a first word was spoken, arranged in perfect geometric patterns that shift with the rhythm of a forgotten lullaby. The sky is not airit

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