The Point of No Return
The studio was a white cube in the center of a dying city. Outside, the "Silence" was eating the world. It wasn't a sound, but a lack of it—a void that consumed color, noise, and eventually, meaning. The skyscrapers of New York were becoming grey silhouettes, their details blurring like a watercolor left in the rain. Elias was a minimalist. He had spent his life stripping away the unnecessary,...
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