The Specimen's Song
The Galactic Museum of Extinction was a place of sterile perfection. It existed in the fold between dimensions, a vast network of white halls and shimmering spheres where the dead civilizations of a million worlds were preserved as holographic simulations. The Curator, a being of shifting light and geometric patterns, spent eons wandering these halls, fascinated by the patterns of failure. To...
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