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Immortalized in gold, worshipped beyond the final scroll.

Even the centipede showed up before the fish did.

A man takes notes while a creature holds a book.

Science class tried, AI labels tried harder, mostly.

Nobody asked about the snails, yet here they are.

Even dentophobia needs its own therapy session, apparently.

Claws and clauses, a crustacean commands the courtroom.

The city holds its breath, unbothered by strangeness.

Everyone absorbed in screens, missing the smoking bread entirely.

The photographer told them to look cool. They complied.

A shrimp-headed general stands in a boat with creatures.

Seaflesh commands the crossing, stars and banners trembling.

Four musicians in matching jackets perform as The Comrades.