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Within a theater constructed from the ribcage of a sleeping god, ten thousand eyes—each blinking to the rhythm of extinct heartbeats—levitate above a stage built from compressed nightmares and fossilized prayers. Every synchronized flutter rewrites the laws of existence: gravity becomes visible as golden threads, sound takes the form of geometric butterflies, and the audience transforms into living murals painted with their own dissolving memories. The stage floor breathes like skin stretched over an ocean of whispered secrets, while curtains made from woven neural pathways pulse with electric storms of forgotten emotions. Applause echoes as the synchronized shattering of reality's mirrors, each fragment reflecting a universe where the opera never ends.

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On a stage built from wisdom teeth the size of cathedral spires, an orchestra of pupil-dilated eyes—each containing miniature galaxies—performs a symphony of stares. Every blink reshuffles the molecular structure of reality: spectators phase between existing as geometric shadows, liquid entities, and forests of nerve endings. The theater's ceiling breathes like lung tissue, while applause echoes as the synchronized heartbeats of phantom organs floating in formaldehyde clouds.

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On a stage built from wisdom teeth the size of cathedral spires, an orchestra of pupil-dilated eyes—each containing miniature galaxies—performs a symphony of stares. Every blink reshuffles the molecular structure of reality: spectators phase between existing as geometric shadows, liquid entities, and forests of nerve endings. The theater's ceiling breathes like lung tissue, while applause echoes as the synchronized heartbeats of phantom organs floating in formaldehyde clouds.

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On a stage built from wisdom teeth the size of cathedral spires, an orchestra of pupil-dilated eyes—each containing miniature galaxies—performs a symphony of stares. Every blink reshuffles the molecular structure of reality: spectators phase between existing as geometric shadows, liquid entities, and forests of nerve endings. The theater's ceiling breathes like lung tissue, while applause echoes as the synchronized heartbeats of phantom organs floating in formaldehyde clouds.

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A colossal hourglass suspended between moons, leaking glowing liquid dreams onto a desert made of sleeping humans. The sand inside is alive — writhing, whispering. When the last drop falls, a new subconscious dimension is born, full of creatures made from forgotten ambitions.

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On a stage of human teeth, dozens of giant floating eyeballs perform an opera by blinking in synchronized rhythms. Each blink shifts the dimension — the audience sees a new version of themselves with every act. Curtains are made from stitched retinas, and applause is the sound of breathing skin.

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Thousands of microscopic insects fused into a single humanoid conductor, wielding antennae like batons. They're conducting a storm of flickering childhood memories over a surreal city made of translucent glass lungs. Each lightning bolt reveals a different forgotten face.

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Thousands of microscopic insects fused into a single humanoid conductor, wielding antennae like batons. They're conducting a storm of flickering childhood memories over a surreal city made of translucent glass lungs. Each lightning bolt reveals a different forgotten face.

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A newborn child entirely made of galaxies, stars forming its bones, nebulae for organs, and black holes as its eyes. It floats above an operating table inside a giant lotus made of mirrored thought. Doctors are made of time itself, peeling away layers of reality to swaddle it in infinity.

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A newborn child entirely made of galaxies, stars forming its bones, nebulae for organs, and black holes as its eyes. It floats above an operating table inside a giant lotus made of mirrored thought. Doctors are made of time itself, peeling away layers of reality to swaddle it in infinity.

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A newborn child entirely made of galaxies, stars forming its bones, nebulae for organs, and black holes as its eyes. It floats above an operating table inside a giant lotus made of mirrored thought. Doctors are made of time itself, peeling away layers of reality to swaddle it in infinity.

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A miniature raptor running through neuron pathways like a divine virus. Sparks fire with every claw-strike. Emotions shift in real-time: fear, love, awe. As it moves, it rewrites the host’s personality, one synapse at a time.

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A miniature raptor running through neuron pathways like a divine virus. Sparks fire with every claw-strike. Emotions shift in real-time: fear, love, awe. As it moves, it rewrites the host’s personality, one synapse at a time.

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A miniature raptor running through neuron pathways like a divine virus. Sparks fire with every claw-strike. Emotions shift in real-time: fear, love, awe. As it moves, it rewrites the host’s personality, one synapse at a time.

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A T-Rex fossil throne, inside a cathedral carved from volcanic glass. Pale, royal robes made from preserved comet tails. Light streams through stained glass depicting extinction as divine sacrifice. A single eye still watches.

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A T-Rex fossil throne, inside a cathedral carved from volcanic glass. Pale, royal robes made from preserved comet tails. Light streams through stained glass depicting extinction as divine sacrifice. A single eye still watches.

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A fossil-ship gliding through a dimension made of pure consciousness. Its horns are antennas absorbing ideas, and its tail leaks broken philosophies. Meteors are frozen arguments between dying stars.

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Scurries through libraries and offices, stealing half-written poems, sketches, code, whispered startup pitches. Buries them under ancient trees. Someday, when humanity needs them, they will bloom.

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Scurries through libraries and offices, stealing half-written poems, sketches, code, whispered startup pitches. Buries them under ancient trees. Someday, when humanity needs them, they will bloom.

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Eyes glowing with prehistoric vengeance, surrounded by ghosts of fallen T. rexes. Every step it takes rewrites a paragraph in the book of evolution. It walks calmly through city streets. People pretend not to see it.

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Eyes glowing with prehistoric vengeance, surrounded by ghosts of fallen T. rexes. Every step it takes rewrites a paragraph in the book of evolution. It walks calmly through city streets. People pretend not to see it.

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Eyes glowing with prehistoric vengeance, surrounded by ghosts of fallen T. rexes. Every step it takes rewrites a paragraph in the book of evolution. It walks calmly through city streets. People pretend not to see it.

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No body — only sound. Its howl forms the shape of a wolf for just a moment, then dissolves into wind. It hunts by repeating your name in frequencies you forgot you knew. The deeper you follow the sound, the more of yourself you leave behind.

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No body — only sound. Its howl forms the shape of a wolf for just a moment, then dissolves into wind. It hunts by repeating your name in frequencies you forgot you knew. The deeper you follow the sound, the more of yourself you leave behind.

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