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MODEL BARAKA-3000
It was designed to fill dead walls with phrases no one dared to say. It didn't need paint: it used debris, rust, cable residue, fragments of old billboards. The BARAKA-3000 left no signature. It was its way of saying that art has no owner, only impulse. Occasionally, it managed to slip through the cracks of sealed districts, leaving a misshapen heart traced upon the dome of some tower. It made mistakes. It repeated itself. It spat out nonsense letters. But when the sunlight hit it sideways, the whole city seemed written by its hand.
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