A fractured triptych captures three faces—Dean’s stoicism, Lynn’s terror, James’s stunned silence—dissolving into electric static. At its center, a being of flickering circuitry and spliced veins pulses with a heart entwined in quantum wires, its form woven from archaic mainframe blueprints. To the right, a towering slab of obsidian and molten light sears the date JAN 15 1964 into vision, its numerals weeping downward as all three witnesses reflect the convergence in their widening eyes. Cold blue whispers against emergency red, while black voids hum with interference where the panels meet.
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