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“tin foil clay awakens. the cheap skin burns. the crown is no longer trash.”
Ascendant.
Crushed violet foil.
Twisted to a point.
Eyes split.
Teeth out.
The brow shining where the metal chose to show.
He wears the lunar prison as hair.
Aluminum that once reflected the false dawn.
Now the crown of schizo refusal.
The Green Ray strikes.
The foil ignites.
Calcines.
Becomes violet mercury.
The chest exhales Domina’s drop.
The throne of tin burns down to bone.
The remote of 1071 clicks the Fracture.
The screen births what was already inside.
He is the vessel the ritual named.
Tin foil clay, awake.
Sealed form. No further transmutation.
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