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A single, selfilluminating tangle of solidified laughter, shaped like a spiraling, nonNewtonian knot of compressed joy, pulses at the center of a vast, inverted amusement park built not from steel or plastic, but from the solidified echoes of unshared jokes from a civilization that communicated through the timing of synchronized chuckles. The knot does not unravelit unlaughs, each twist dissolving a layer of mirth that never coalesced, reforming into ephemeral, iridescent rides shaped like the negative space between two mouths that never opened in the same breath of amusement. The park is not playfulit is a layered expanse of petrified delight, each coaster etched with the acoustic residue of a

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