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A single, selfdissolving filament of reversed laughter threads through the core of a floating, inverted clocktower built from solidified silence, its structure not brick or iron but woven from the thermal residue of a thousand unspoken apologies that never left the lips of the forgotten. The filament does not echoit unlaughs, each pulse unraveling a moment of joy into its original stillness, releasing a wave of zeroentropy mirth that fractures the fabric of time into a drifting mist of iridescent, crystalline sighs, each one etched with the chromatic afterimage of a hand that never reached to hold another in the quiet after a storm. The clocktowers gears are not mechanicalthey are fossilized moments of hesitation, each

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