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A prophet with a lightbulb lodged in his skull gives sermons in a junkyard temple. His congregation is made of mannequins with crucifixes nailed to their spines, kneeling in oil puddles. His voice is a buzz of static and distant weeping. The altar is a washing machine filled with molted snake skin, human hair, and VHS tape. Every cycle reveals a new vision of doom. Style: cybernetic mystic trashcore. Palette: rust blood, broken chrome, neon milk. Texture: cracked screen, humming coil, damp scripture. Mood: recycled despair. Symbolism: prophecy as feedback loop, salvation via malfunction, holiness in detritus.