The Seed of a New Aeon
The universe was a dying ember. The Great Heat Death had arrived not as a sudden explosion, but as a slow, agonizing fade. Stars were blinking out like exhausted candles, and the vast reaches of space had become a frozen, silent graveyard of black holes and drifting dust. In the center of this void floated the Last Archive, a single, shimmering spire of obsidian and light, the final sanctuary...
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