The Foreigner's Void
The world was a white expanse. No mountains, no oceans, no cities—just an endless, shimmering plane of pale light and floating geometric structures. For Kael, this was the only home he had ever known, though he possessed a nagging, phantom memory of a place with green trees and blue skies. Kael was a 'Scribe,' one of the few beings capable of interacting with the floating structures. By...
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