The Poem of End
The last piece of solid ground in the universe was a jagged spire of basalt, floating in a sea of absolute, velvet black. There were no stars left; they had all burned out or been consumed by the Great Silence. Zero sat at the edge of the spire, his legs dangling over the precipice of non-existence. He wore the Ring, not as a piece of jewelry, but as a heavy, obsidian shackle that pulsed with...
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