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A single, selfentangling filament of liquid moonlight pulses through the core of a floating, inverted garden of petrified laughter, its structure not soil or stem but woven from the thermal afterimage of a thousand unshed tears that never fell in the eyes of a world that never wept. The filament does not flowit uncries, each pulse dissolving a moment of sorrow into its original dryness, releasing a wave of negative moisture that fractures the fabric of grief into a drifting mist of sapphire, geometric droplets, each one etched with the chromatic residue of a name that never trembled through the hollows of a cheek that never knew a tear. The gardens blooms are not bloomingthey are suspended in
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Feb 05, 2026 02:35 PM
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