The Void of Scale
The room was white. Not a white of paint or light, but a white of absence. It was a void where the concept of 'distance' had been stripped away, leaving only the raw, naked intersection of two consciousnesses. I, Elias, sat in the center of this nothingness. Opposite me, floating on a single, perfect grain of salt, was the High Arbiter of the Micro-City. "The tragedy of your kind," the Arbiter...
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