00:00of blindingly bright red powder is poured into the mixing basin, a shade that sits somewhere
00:08between nuclear accident warning and please evacuate immediately. Next, the mixture enters
00:15a rolling machine that clearly does not belong to this century. The moment the machine starts
00:20up, it smooths out the particles while simultaneously crushing your last remaining belief in cosmetic
00:26hygiene. Next comes the filling stage. The lipstick master steps in. Her hands have long since
00:32completed a permanent merger with color itself. Her fingerprints store the historical residue of
00:37countless previous batches. The valve opens. High temperature liquid flows into the mold,
00:43sealing in air, odor, and the belief in long-lasting no smudge all at once. Then comes the sole
00:51recycling process. Reused lipstick tubes still carrying the lip warmth and memories of strangers
00:57are refilled and prepared for redeployment.
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