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Icon #50
Each work in Icon functions like a sign or a crest — something seen, felt, and remembered.
Colour sets the mood, form holds the structure, and on rare occasions, love enters the frame and reshapes the whole image.

Token information
- Collection
- Icon
- Token ID
- #50
- Background
- Dark
- Palette
- Primary Signal
- Composition
- Offset
- Symbol
- Pure Geometry
- Rarity
- Common
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