The Last Iteration (V-04)
The silence of the void was not empty; it was a heavy, pressurized thing that tasted of ozone and old copper. Julian sat on a throne of floating obsidian, watching the kaleidoscope of a thousand dying worlds spin beneath him. He was the Curator, the final sentinel of the Great Experiment. For eons, he had guided the "Seeds"—consciousnesses plucked from across the multiverse—through a series of...
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