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A single, selffragmenting prism of compressed laughter hangs suspended in the center of a floating, inverted amphitheater carved from the petrified echoes of a joke told in a language that never existed. The prism does not refractit unrefracts, each pulse reversing the dispersion of light into a dense, golden knot that resonates with the harmonic frequency of a chuckle that never reached the ears of anyone who never lived. The amphitheaters seats are not stonethey are hollowedout shells of solidified amusement, each etched with the thermal residue of a smile that never formed, their surfaces shimmering with the chromatic afterimage of a laugh line frozen midcontraction. The stage is not woodit is

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