pixel, 2026
I had this huge basket full of clothes in my hand and I was trying to reach somewhere in the backrooms, some clothes falling behind as I walk, all doors look the same, the clothes smell bad. Then a big creature appeared asking me some strange question.
What remains of painting after the image has fully entered the digital realm?
I have no idea whats this weird thing asking me this
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that blue door, that's where the dry machine is.
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But I need to wash this first
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you sure?
Then I look down at the clothes and there are small larvae all around those clothes as if there was some rotten meat or something like that. I run to the blue door but the larva start crawling in my neck.
Guess its not worth it to wash these, It's better to throw it all out.
When I woke up I remembered that old painting my grandma left me had some mold in the frame, I need to clean it.
