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A single, selfreplicating cluster of frozen laughter crystallizes in the center of a suspended, inverted subway station built from the petrified echoes of a conversation that never happened, its shards not ice but forged from the thermal inertia of a joke told in a language that dissolves upon hearing. The cluster does not expandit fractures with each pulse, releasing the kinetic energy of a thousand unshared smiles into the air, condensing into a dense, opalescent cube that hums with the harmonic resonance of a punchline that never landed. The stations walls are not tilethey are layered strata of fossilized silence, each panel etched with the chromatic afterimage of a moment suspended between breaths. The tracks are not

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