The Meaningless Love
(Variant 13: Minimalist Realism) The island was a small, white circle of sand in a sea of absolute nothingness. There was no horizon, no sky, and no wind. There was only the sand, a single weathered wooden table, and two chairs. Elias and Clara had been there for a long time. They didn't know how long, because time had stopped being a line and had become a puddle. They knew only one thing: the...
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