The Dream of the Dead
The universe is a vast, cold ocean, and I am the only ripple. For a long time, I believed I had returned to Earth. I believed in the black rock, the thin air, and the shimmering, tiny cities of the Micro-Era. I believed in the girl with the silver eyes and the laughter that sounded like breaking glass. But the edges of the world were beginning to fray. I noticed it first in the sky. The stars...
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