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Caustic #214
Each token features a simple geometric form — often a circle or square — set against a soft neutral field. The form is then attacked by caustic forces: acid-burnt edges, blistered gradients, dissolved pigment, and harsh corrosive streaks of light.
The contrast between purity and destruction defines every piece.
Token information
- Collection
- Caustic
- Token ID
- #214
- Geometry
- Dual Shapes
- Palette
- Eroding Tri-Tone Field
- Corrosion Type
- Blister Collapse
- Light Caustics
- Caustic Overexposure
- Surface Texture
- Scorched Material
- Rarity
- Epic
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