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The Synesthetic Atelier The DJ’s skull is carved of swirling clay, Where neon notes and patterns loop and play. He spins a cube of geometric sound, While disembodied hands rise from the ground, To twist

Behind the glass of her unblinking eyes, A thousand locked hallways begin to grow, Where winter never falls and summer dies Into the amber light of long ago. She wears the iron teeth of ancient gates Like