The Eye of the Void
The planet Oros was a world of eternal twilight, wrapped in a thick, silver mist that tasted of ozone and old coins. I lived in the Spire, a lonely tower of obsidian that pierced the clouds, where I spent my days mapping the stars. For years, I had been tracking the "Blinks." Every few decades, a star in the northern quadrant would simply vanish. No supernova, no black hole—just a sudden, clean...
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