V-12: The White Room
(Style E: Minimalist Realism) The room was white. The walls, the floor, the ceiling—all a seamless, blinding white. There was one bed, one window, and one button. I do not remember my name. I only remember the Voice. The Voice told me that the world outside had ended. It told me that I was the "Last Witness," the final human being kept alive to observe the death of the universe. My only task...
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