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As you walk through the ruined mall, you hear the broadcast’s theme song on a broken radio. It is sung by a choir of old VHS tapes. The lyrics are a single line, repeated:

You wake up in a city that is now half concrete, half painted cardboard. Your reflection in a puddle is cel-shaded. Your coffee mug has a tiny, expressive face and begs you not to drink it. gat animerco

Where skyscrapers stood, colossal, hand-drawn beasts made of ink and celluloid began to coil. The Sears Tower became a spine of painted vertebrae. The London Eye turned into a zoetrope, spinning images of a forgotten cartoon fox. People who touched the light emanating from their phones found their shadows detaching, walking backward into a neon rain. As you walk through the ruined mall, you