The Void Theorem
The studio was a white cube, devoid of everything except a single black table and a single black chair. Marcus lived there, or rather, he existed there. He had stripped his life of all distractions—no music, no art, no relationships. He wore a grey linen suit and ate a bland, nutrient-dense paste. Everything was a variable; everything was noise. Marcus was a mathematician of the soul. For...
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