A slow, heavy camera glide, low over the textured ridges of the painted storm waves. The movement feels like dragging a brush through thick pigment. A monolithic, brutalist prison island, constructed from dense, geometric paint layers, slowly emerges from the stormy haze ahead. Off-screen voiceover (all characters have their mouths closed, no one is speaking on screen): The world was a canvas ...
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