The Two-Dimensional Gallery
I remember the feeling of depth. I remember the way a breath could expand the lungs, the way a step could move a body forward into a space that had a front, a back, a left, and a right. Now, there is only the Plane. We are the inhabitants of the Great Gallery. When the Anchor fell, the three-dimensional world was pressed flat, like a flower in a book. We did not die; we were simply......
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