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The man had no head, only a horn pointed toward the tunnel——not for seeing, but solely for amplification. He stood at the edge of language, in a position devoid of subjectivity, channeling silence into a luminous chamber of echoes. And the tunnel, was not an exit toward meaning, but a mechanical loop where language endlessly recirculates within structure. The horn was not an organ of voice either, but a hollow shell that extracts expression and casts it into a technical system. When the occurrence of language is governed by external media, individual utterance is reduced to a delayed repetition of signals. In the end, speech no longer belongs to the human, but becomes a phantom and residual echo reverberating within the system.