The Loop Sample
The world was a white room. No corners, no shadows, just a seamless expanse of alabaster light that felt like it was pressing against the skin. There were no clocks, but there was a chime—a single, crystalline note that rang every twenty-four hours. When the chime sounded, the day reset. I woke up on the floor. I always woke up on the floor. I would spend the day exploring the perimeter, trying...
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