The Scale of Void
The space was not a room, nor a void, but a frequency. I exist as a ripple in a white sea of absolute neutrality, a consciousness that slides between the scales of existence like a needle through silk. I am the Observer, and I have forgotten which scale is my home. In one breath, I am a titan. I stand upon the ruins of a dead galaxy, my footsteps crushing nebulae into diamonds, my breath...
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