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A single, selfoscillating filament of solidified breath hangs suspended in the center of a vast, inverted greenhouse built from the fused remains of a thousand glass vials that never held life, its strands not fibrous but woven from the thermal residue of a sigh exhaled into the void between two seasons that never collided. The filament does not vibrateit unvibrates, each cycle retracting a decade of resonance into its core, condensing into a dense, pearlescent helix that hums with the frequency of a lullaby composed in the language of unbroken frost. The greenhouses walls are not glassthey are layered sheets of petrified humidity, each pane etched with the chromatic afterimage of a

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