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Four figures gather around a glowing crystal ball.

Strange souls gather where judgment quietly waits.

Hands in dark earth, water rises to meet the sky.

Even flies, it turns out, prefer staying in.

Fish therapist sprays doctor, fish cult worships him.

Where claws hold candles and strange creatures share bread.

Doctor examines giant worm-creature wearing a top hat.

Even the sun showed up with cartoon enthusiasm.

Tickle me Stalin

Animated broom scolds seated man in living room.

A man takes notes while a creature holds a book.

Even the platypuses seem confused by this situation.

Night itself knocks, grinning at the glass.

Roundness creeps in, silently reshaping wild, wandering forms.

Darkness breathes, and something thin watches from above.

The self blooms twice, tender and unasked.