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Imagine a delicate paper sculpture - the finely creased kite wings of a paper crane. Except what has appeared before you has the appearance of folded gunmetal; a massive corrugated, squat rhinocerous, coated by process of chemical vapour deposition in impenetrable absorptive military vantablack. The camouflage pulls the light from your eyes. There is a breathless discomfort, an unnerving sensation of interoceptive error. The black presence compresses space, crushes unspoken words hung within the air.
It is some sort of tank or armoured carrier, but it makes no sound. Paradoxically somehow it simultaneously resembles both a blunt formless mass, yet also a heavy wedge of honed, razor-sharp cutting lines.
The crushing bulk of the heavy armoured transport vehicle is streaked with a warning stripe of unnatural illumination; the stripe is currently a strident, fluorescent yellow. You are not sure what this means, but it seems like a warning.
