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The final horror reveals itself as the boundary between the portraits and reality dissolves. The pigs are no longer content to watch - they begin to manifest beyond their frames. This section contains the most experimental poetry, with text that appears to oink and squeal off the page, and a final revelation that the reader themselves is now being watched. The visual style is at its most corrupted, with portions that appear to be physically torn or stained.