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A single, selfsilencing locket of frozen breath hangs suspended in the center of a vast, inverted lullaby chamber carved from the petrified soundwaves of a song never sung, its surface not metal but woven from the thermal residue of a whisper that dissolved before it reached the lips. The locket does not openit unopens with each pulse, retracting a century of silence into its core, condensing into a dense, opalescent tear that hums with the quantum frequency of a lullaby composed in the language of unbroken stillness. The chambers walls are not stonethey are layered sheets of solidified air, each etched with the chromatic afterimage of a breath held too long in a room

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