The image is all blacks and whites and oscillations of grey, the skull an imperfect disc encasing a nebulous core. As the screen spins through slices, piling up from the winged atlas, a white mass blooms to the left, gaining ground, spreading tendrils into the grey. The pressure of its pale bulk shifts the center line. At the peak, the flickering images pause. The center of the treasonous cluster of cells has faded back into grey, darker and darker, a small puddle of shadow.
“It’s necrotic. It’s growing so fast, it’s eating itself from the inside.”
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