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

Four musicians in matching jackets perform as The Comrades.

Bald bearded man speaks at Soviet-era podium, fist raised.

Man eats eyeballs while creature offers more on platter.

Scales and silence, breakfast claimed by the deep.

The self blooms twice, tender and unasked.

Even flies, it turns out, prefer staying in.

Simple line drawing of a small seated animal.

Even dentophobia needs its own therapy session, apparently.

Darkness breathes, and something thin watches from above.

Childhood hands cradle the weight of civilization's end

Where claws hold candles and strange creatures share bread.