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A split-face jester frozen mid-laugh. One half bleeds violet into the void. The other drips neon green like toxic ink. The eyes glow with a light that does not belong to this room. The collar is not fabric. It is teeth, or leaves, or something that has not been named yet.
The background is not dark. It is absent. Pure black engineered for AMOLED pixels to switch completely off, saving battery while the grin stays lit.
"He does not perform. He waits. The stage is your lock screen."
Why Does This Smile Keep Showing Up After Midnight