Marius Gustavson A hidden room a secret trade Human limits more than a charade Broadcast live to a faceless horde Feeding hunger they can’t ignore Up narrow stairs the nightmare feeds Built on obsession, profit and greed No mercy shown no line too far The black hole of a falling star Did victims know what they were doing For the architect of human ruin Counting profits counting lies Pay and stare unblinking eyes

As Chief Technical Officer at Optivision Technologies, one of the world’s top camera manufacturers, Daniel Mercer had heard it all - claims of cursed cameras, haunted film and even superstitions about photographs stealing souls. He laughed them off. Magic didn’t belong in a world of precision optics and digital sensors. That’s why, when a research report crossed his desk about an Amazonian tribe - the Kayara - refusing to be photographed, claiming cameras corrupt the soul, Da

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