The Species Hymn
The Ark was not a ship, but a floating city of gold and glass, drifting through the velvet silence of the intergalactic void. For ten thousand years, we had fled. We had left behind a dying sun, a scorched earth, and the memory of a war that had almost erased us. I am the Last Archivist. My skin is a map of a thousand worlds we never reached, and my eyes have seen the birth and death of a...
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