Person in rocket chair lifts off before cheering crowd.

Smoke and fire carry a smiling figure skyward, while a crowd below lifts its hands in collective rapture, the flags of a closed nation snapping in the manufactured wind of his ascent. Each frame is a verse in a surreal hymn, the ground receding like doubt, the sky receiving him like doctrine. The machine is absurd, the belief beneath it absolute.

May 10, 2026

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