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Even dentophobia needs its own therapy session, apparently.

Darkness breathes, and something thin watches from above.

Fish-headed figure in suit looms over sleeping person.

Meat clouds gather where sleep dissolves into dread.

Even the sun showed up with cartoon enthusiasm.

Tickle me Stalin

Even flies, it turns out, prefer staying in.

Man eats eyeballs while creature offers more on platter.

Scales and silence, breakfast claimed by the deep.

The self blooms twice, tender and unasked.

A fish creature sits in therapy with a suited man.

Strange souls gather where judgment quietly waits.

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

Childhood hands cradle the weight of civilization's end

Everyone absorbed in screens, missing the smoking bread entirely.

Four musicians in matching jackets perform as The Comrades.