The Dimensional Prisoner
The world was a grid. Not a map, but a literal, shimmering lattice of white lines against an infinite black void. Silas existed in a cell—a perfect cube of translucent glass—and for as long as he could remember, the Ring had been his only companion. The Ring was a band of pulsing, iridescent metal that whispered in a language of pure mathematics. It told Silas that he was the Chosen. It told...
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