A melting clock drips into a pool of liquid gold, while faceless figures with outstretched hands desperately grasp at floating, electrified tiny lightning bolt icon symbols. In the distance, a giant ear grows from the ground, listening to the silent pleas of a twisted tree, its branches forming words in the air.

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