A skeletal ballerina stands en pointe upon a stage of pulsating flesh, her tutu stitched from layers of peeling epidermis that flutter like dying moth wings. The "fabric" reveals glistening muscle beneath, embroidered with gold-threaded nerve endings that twitch with residual electricity. Her tiara is a circlet of fused vertebrae, each joint cradling a single, blinking eyeball. The theater curtains are not cloth but suspended sheets of veined membrane, dripping black ichor onto the stage floor—which undulates like a living tongue. Her extended arms end in too-long fingers, the bones visible through translucent skin, each joint cracking audibly as she moves. The air smells of formaldehyde and burnt hair.
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