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A single, selfsustaining tangle of woven shadows pulses through the center of a floating, inverted theater built from the fused remnants of a thousand unperformed plays that never reached an audience, its structure not wood or plaster but spun from the thermal inertia of a single, unspoken applause that never echoed in an empty auditorium. The shadows do not movethey remember, contracting and expanding in rhythm with the silent cadence of a script written in the space between breaths, absorbing the ambient resonance of a world that forgot how to cheer. The theaters stage is not flatit is a concave mirror of petrified silence, its surface etched with the chromatic afterimage of a curtain that never rose, its floor layered

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