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A single, selfilluminating thread of compressed silence, shaped like a spiraling, nonreflective helix of inverted empathy, pulses through the center of a vast, inverted ocean composed of the solidified tears of a civilization that communicated through the duration of synchronized, silent crying for the same unshed grief. The thread does not weepit uncries, each contraction dissolving a layer of sorrow that never coalesced into a shared lament, reforming into ephemeral, lapislaced afterimages shaped like the negative space between two cheeks that never trembled in unison during the same moment of mutual mourning. The ocean is not aqueousit is a stratified expanse of petrified sorrow, each wave

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