For sale: spare organs, heads, wings, gym muscles, ancient and future memories, elixirs and amulets, hands, feet, creative brains at super discounted prices.

Coole Bilderserie!

A market unlike any other unfolds : a cabinet of curiosities where the line between artifact and being blurs. Shelves overflow with spare parts: faces waiting for stories, hands longing for creation, memories bottled and labeled for the highest bidder. The merchant stands behind the table, gaze unblinking, as if weighing the worth of each visitor’s soul. At the center, a figure draped in dark florals surveys the offerings, neither fully alien nor fully human. The air is thick with longing : some for beauty, others for wholeness, for genius, for a new beginning. The abundance is unsettling, yet there is tenderness in the arrangement: roses blooming on a robe, reminders that even among relics and replacements, something living persists. This scene disturbs as much as it intrigues. It asks what is essential, what can be traded, and what must remain untouched. In this bazaar of selves, the price of identity is never fixed, and wonder walks hand in hand with unease.