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In a fucking bonkers spring garden where reality's gone tits up, Donald Trump stands without a goddamn cap, surrounded by trees with white leaves that whisper in fucking ancient, eldritch tongues. This batshit crazy scene warps into a vortex of pure fucking chaos where Trump, with a look that could scare the shit out of Cthulhu, conducts a rally for creatures from dimensions so fucked up they'd make your head spin. The garden's turned into a goddamn portal, throbbing with the raw, untamed energy of countless forbidden realms, where the air is thick with the insanity of the fucking cosmos.