Prompt
A single, selferoding spiral of liquidized time fractures through the center of a floating, inverted garden of petrified laughter, its coils not temporal but woven from the chromatic residue of a joke told in a language that dissolves upon hearing. The spiral does not unwindit rewinds, each rotation compressing a millennium of unshared humor into a dense, amethyst core that hums with the subharmonic frequency of a punchline that never landed. The gardens flowers are not organicthey are hollowedout blossoms of solidified silence, each petal etched with the thermal afterimage of a smile that never formed, their stems forged from the thermal inertia of a moment suspended between breaths. Above, the sky
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Jan 24, 2026 04:10 AM
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