The Hawking Wedding
The universe was dying. It was not a violent end, but a slow, exhausted fade. The last two galaxies, Aethel and Borealis, were drifting toward each other in a void of absolute zero, their stars blinking out like candles in a drafty room. Lyra was the last of the Aethelian scholars, a being of shimmering plasma and thought. Orion was the final sentinel of Borealis, a construct of crystalline...
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