color

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

Even the Pope showed up for this one.

Strange flesh globe dreams under the summer sun.

Documentation present. Forward to Annex B per Protocol 7.

Two souls divided by glass, speaking across impossible worlds.

A chubby cat sculpture covered in mirror tiles.

Visitors from beyond, soaking up our yellow star.

Even the Employee of the Month looks more qualified here.

Bald bearded man speaks at Soviet-emblemed podium.

Neon dread blooms where Hawkins kids dare pedal.

Childhood summers, wide open as a hippo's grin.

Laughter dressed in medals, history made plush.

The man in front has not blinked yet.

The sea yields strange kings, tended by summer light.

Step 6 is the only panel without another person.

The inspection seal names no federal body.