The float rolls gently down a foggy street, powered by something unseen. Its garlands are no longer fabric, but veined strands of meat and moss. Streamers dangle, slick with translucent goo. Giant puppet heads sag, their papier-mâché forms softened and leaking. The painted smiles are split open by fungal blooms. Balloons bob overhead, now pustules filled with gas and twitching bugs. A child’s toy drum at the base beats itself, driven by a fat grub writhing inside. The float doesn’t creak — it squelches. Laughter echoes faintly from somewhere inside, as if something is remembering joy. (tags: photoreal decay parade, fungal whimsy, horror carnival, dripping joy, living grotesquery)
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