A close-up production still in color, cinematic 35mm grain: under a cold surgical key light, gloved hands present a preserved anatomical tongue specimen on a square of white felt. Fine fiber-optic filaments are grafted along the midline; a small brass port sits at the root; thin wires lead to blank citation tags arranged in a neat fan — one of them a souvenir-shop GREETINGS FROM tag, blank like the others. A hot-pink stain marks where one filament has come loose. Warm tissue tones against deep black shadow; one cold enamel surface in frame. Thin numbered callout lines and a small plate-number block overlay the frame like an archive filing. The thing is grotesque; the hands are gentle; neither wins. No gore, no faces, no readable real-world brands.