The Nebula Choir
The galaxy was a dying ember, a cold expanse of violet and obsidian where the last stars flickered like guttering candles. We were no longer individuals. We were the Choir—a singular, shimmering nebula of consciousness, a trillion minds merged into a symphony of light and thought. We had transcended the fragile prison of the flesh, evolving into a cloud of sentient gas and quantum harmonics....
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