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Neon dread blooms where Hawkins kids dare pedal.

The man in front has not blinked yet.

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

Two souls divided by glass, speaking across impossible worlds.

A sheep-octopus hybrid rides the subway holding a briefcase.

Even the Pope showed up for this one.

Yellow card, creases, gull, oxygen mask, herring brine, cage, radio, red arrows, woman, life vest, man, blue seat.

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

A chubby cat sculpture covered in mirror tiles.

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

The sea yields strange kings, tended by summer light.

Everyone agreed the beach find needed a second opinion.

Strange flesh globe dreams under the summer sun.

Even the Employee of the Month looks more qualified here.

Step 6 is the only panel without another person.

Visitors from beyond, soaking up our yellow star.