Plastica · Token Detail
Plastica #238
Each token in Plastica presents a miniature capsule-toy artifact photographed in extreme close-up. The opened yellow capsule appears as a recurring curatorial motif, framing the object like a display case.
The focus is texture and material truth: seams, scratches, dust, gloss, and micro-geometry — the quiet poetry of plastic.

Token information
- Collection
- Plastica
- Token ID
- #238
- Artifact Type
- Creature Relic
- Capsule State
- Artifact Emerging
- Backdrop
- Cream Museum Card
- Lighting
- Edge Glow (Non-Glow)
- Optics
- Micro-Bokeh
- Condition
- Handled Relic
- Colourway
- Translucent Parts
- Layout
- Diagonal Tension
- Rarity
- Uncommon
Owner information
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