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A single, geometrically perfect dodecahedron made of solidified sunlight and compressed laughter floats in the center of a vast, inverted ocean of liquid shadow, its 12 faces not flat but undulating like the surface of a slowmotion ripple, each one reflecting a different impossible landscape a city built on the backs of sleeping whales, a forest where trees grow upsidedown from the sky, a desert where dunes are made of frozen breath. The dodecahedron does not rotateit breathes, expanding and contracting in time with the pulse of a distant, unheard symphony, its edges glowing with a faint, selfsustaining aurora that writes equations in the air using light as ink. Around it,

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