The Universal Requiem
The edge of the observable universe is a place of absolute, terrifying stillness. Here, the laws of physics are fraying, and the stars are no longer points of light, but long, smeared streaks of dying energy. We call it the Final Shore. I am the Archivist of the Tenth Species. I stand on a platform of solidified light, looking out at the encroaching Wall of Zero. The Wall is not a physical...
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