The Filter of Souls
The World of Glass was a place of impossible light, where the ground was a mirror reflecting a sky of swirling gold. Here, there was no pain, no hunger, and no death. It was the destination for those who had survived the Great Filter. I am the Guide. I stand at the Crystal Gate, welcoming the fragments of souls that drift in from the dead universes. "Welcome," I tell them. "You have passed...
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