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Gold domes and crossed swords rewrite a brutal past.

Iron leviathan births fire, drowning heaven in red.

Grey skies witness four souls summoning sound from strings.

Giant fish sits in therapist's office on armchair.

Every family has that one weird dinner night.

Even nightmares have a coffee and newspaper routine.

A man in a suit stands near two ducks.

Darkness breathes, and something thin watches from above.

Four long-haired men pose before a concrete wall.

Nothing says bumper harvest like designer sunglasses.

Even dentophobia needs its own therapy session, apparently.

Even the platypuses seem confused by this situation.

The city holds its breath, unbothered by strangeness.

Men in robes greet children near an ancient city gate.

Everyone absorbed in screens, missing the smoking bread entirely.

Scales and silence, breakfast claimed by the deep.