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Everyone is moving. Everyone belongs. The floor pulls them in — bodies in orbit, wings they forgot they had. There is a hum underneath the music. Not sound. Something older. The colony doesn't ask if you want to dance. It just starts moving, and you follow. Thoughts are not real. But they set the rhythm.
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11 × 14 in — Acrylic on canvas — Active Collection
Everyone is moving. Everyone belongs. The floor pulls them in — bodies in orbit, wings they forgot they had. There is a hum underneath the music. Not sound. Something older. The colony doesn't ask if you want to dance. It just starts moving, and you follow. Thoughts are not real. But they set the rhythm.
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11 × 14 in — Acrylic on canvas — Active Collection