In the depths of the tropical metropolis, where nature contends with concrete and silence is ceaselessly broken by invisible propellers and honking horns, a ritual unfolds. It is not a religious ceremony, nor a convention of medical science. It is something more profound: it is a human attempt to domesticate absence. These beings, simulacra of life, are tended to with more care than many real souls have ever received. The gathering begins without spectacle, like a silent dance between the real and the imagined. These women — mothers, artists, devotees, pilgrims — are not pretending. They believe. At the heart of Ibirapuera Park, where Oscar Niemeyer once imagined futuristic curves for a nation under construction, vinyl bodies now lie, untouched by time. In this encounter, contemporary Brazil brushes against the edge of post-reality.
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