The Last Archive of the Light
The Chronicler did not possess a name, for names are a luxury of those who exist within time. He existed in the Interstice, a shimmering void between the dying embers of the last galaxy and the absolute zero of the coming night. He had watched the Great Cycle unfold. He had seen the birth of the first stars, the rise of a billion civilizations, and the slow, inevitable slide toward entropy. He...
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