The Scribe of Nothing
(An Existentialist Study) The world was a shade of grey that didn't exist in any one's memory. There were no colors, no sounds, and no wind. There was only the Grey, and the Wall. I am the Scribe. I do not remember who I was before the Silence, but my purpose is etched into my very existence: I must record the erasure. The Wall was a vertical plane of absolute white that stretched infinitely in...
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