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A vast, floating city of interlocking, translucent crystal gears drifts through the upper atmosphere of a planet where time is not linear but spiralshaped, each gear not made of metal but of solidified laughter from a civilization that never aged. The gears do not turnthey pulse in slow, synchronized rhythm, each rotation releasing a wave of golden light that refracts into the shape of a single, perfect breath held just before a childs first word. The city is not built to be inhabitedit is a living memory machine, its architecture composed of inverted sound waves frozen midresonance, forming bridges of compressed silence and towers of unspoken lullabies. The sky is not blueit is a slowmotion cascade of inverted constellations, each

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