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A single, selfreplicating kaleidoscope of liquid shadow rotates in the center of a vast, still desert composed entirely of solidified breaths from a civilization that communicated through the scent of unlit candles, its facets not glass but woven from the emotional residue of a thousand unshared meals, each reflection revealing a different version of a moment that never occurred, glowing with the faint, pulsing afterimage of a laugh that was almost heard. The desert does not shiftit crystallizes, each dune a perfect, geometric spiral etched with the negative space between two hands that never touched, their edges shimmering with the subsonic resonance of a lullaby sung in a language that only exists in the silence after a door closes

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