The Fractal Nightmare
The sky over the city of Orizon had ceased to be a sky. It was now a living, shifting tapestry of recursive geometry—a giant, iridescent fractal that spanned the horizon. It didn't move in any way a human mind could comprehend; it folded into itself, expanded into infinity, and pulsed with colors that existed outside the visible spectrum. The citizens called it "The Pattern." Julian was a...
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