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Caustic #35
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
- #35
- Geometry
- Polygon Fragment
- Palette
- Dual-Tone Gradient
- Corrosion Type
- Fracture Veins
- Light Caustics
- Striped Chemical Light
- Surface Texture
- Aged Emulsion
- Rarity
- Rare
Owner information
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