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The golden haze turns platinum, and the carcass is filmed like a silver globe. A small society of cosmonauts has started organizing around it, seemingly indifferent to the beast’s skin, so sleek you can see your face in it. This pair of legs tapping the wet ground, reflected in its murky surface, reassures us that not all mirroring surfaces work like quicksand. It is thanks to this assurance that the camera can follow the abandoned body with some hesitant lust.