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Even balloons have opinions about Soviet-era politics, apparently.

Neon dread blooms where Hawkins kids dare pedal.

Even the ocean's residents need mental health days.

Bright fabric holds still, grinning toward a lens it trusts.

Even the centipede showed up before the fish did.

Even the Pope showed up for this one.

Power chords echo where dynasties once ruled.

A man takes notes while a creature holds a book.

Everyone agreed the beach find needed a second opinion.

Nobody asked about the snails, yet here they are.

Strange souls gather where judgment quietly waits.

Strange flesh globe dreams under the summer sun.

Laughter dressed in medals, history made plush.

A chubby cat sculpture covered in mirror tiles.

Between tide and breath, the sea sends back its own.

Man in glasses drinks from stone well among villagers.