A spectral void cradles two hands reaching toward each other—one flesh dissolving into digital noise, the other reforging itself from fractured polygons. Luminous threads bridge their fingertips, thrumming with deep indigo and smoldering amber, whispering of erasure and stubborn echoes. Beneath the splintered hand, the name 'Dean' lingers in ghost script, weathered by an unseen storm.
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