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A single, selfoscillating filament of reversed gravity pulses through the core of a floating, inverted marketplace built entirely from the thermal afterimage of a thousand untraded secrets that never passed between hands in a world that never trusted the weight of silence. The filament does not pullit unpulls, each pulse dissolving a moment of exchange into its original intangibility, releasing a wave of negative mass that fractures the fabric of commerce into a drifting mist of deep violet, geometric coinage, each one etched with the chromatic echo of a name that never trembled across the counter of a stall that never opened. The markets stalls are not arrangedthey spiral inward like the memory of a transaction that never completed, each vendor a

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