The Absolute Zero of Existence
The room was white. Not the white of paint or fabric, but the white of a dead star—a sterile, oppressive void that erased the horizon. Dr. Sarah Miller sat in the center of the room, her back straight, her eyes fixed on the shimmering veil of the Quantum Bridge. For three years, Sarah had lived in this silence. She had stripped away everything: her career, her home, her sanity. All that...
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