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A single, humming lattice of interwoven clock hands and dried ink stains floats in the center of a vast, still room made entirely of translucent, amberhued gelatin. The lattice does not rotateit unfolds, revealing not time, but the exact moment a letter was folded and placed inside a drawer that never existed. Each clock hand is made of solidified hesitation, its tip etched with the faint, smudged handwriting of a name that was almost signed. The gelatin walls are not smooththey ripple with the thermal afterimage of a conversation that happened in silence, their surface imprinted with the shape of a handshake that was imagined but never made. Above, the ceiling is not skyit is a thick, layered

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