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Beneath a sky stitched with screaming stars, a spiral staircase of ribs leads to a cracked pulpit made of children’s toys and ash. A preacher with a television for a head loops the same phrase: “This is love.” Over and over. Behind him, crucified mannequins twitch in sync with every word. The congregation—made of animals wearing human masks—claps in time, unaware their hands are vanishing with each cheer. Far above, Jesus weeps quietly inside a birdcage, his tears turning to moths that flutter down, igniting everything they touch. mystyle: Symbolic nightmare. Technoprophet liturgy. Vanishing humanity through ritual praise. Divine grief as transformation. Sacred surrealism with fire and innocence.
In a surreal landscape, a ribbed staircase ascends to a pulpit of toys and ash, where a preacher with a TV head repeats "This is love." Animals in masks cheer, losing their hands, while Jesus weeps in a cage, his tears becoming moths that ignite all they touch.