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The frame has 失われた its lock, and the 四角 世界 that it holds firmly now spins with increasing speed, pressing the 蜂（複） within the picture closer together. In a few moments, the pressure of this spin will force all of these little individuals to spill out through the hive's only escape hole, beyond which they will stir the 空気, a ricocheting confetti of autonomous lost souls, all hoping to find something they don't even know they want. |
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