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The system’s voice echoed faintly—no longer robotic, no longer sterile, but soft and inevitable. Like a breath spoken through old stone. Like a funeral bell trying to whisper.
Far above the crimson seabed of the shattered Dreaming, ’reality itself’ slowed.
The collapse paused. Symbols froze mid-unraveling. A great crack split the horizon and then hung there, unshifting—caught in the exact moment of ruin. Time, or something like it, ’bent’, making space not for destructi ...
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