The Requiem of the Spheres
Maestro Valerius did not see the end of the world as a catastrophe; he saw it as a composition, a final, thunderous chord in the symphony of a dying species. He stood on the edge of the lunar plateau, his conductor's baton raised toward the sky, a sliver of carbon fiber against the encroaching dark. Above him, the Devourer was beginning its final descent. The Great Ring was not just a machine...
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