The Weaver of the Final Web
I remember the first time we saw the light of another sun. I remember the terror, the hope, and the absolute, shattering realization that we were not alone. That was a trillion years ago. I am no longer a man. I am a Collective. I am the sum of ten thousand civilizations, a weave of memories, languages, and sorrows. I am the Archivist of the End. The universe has grown old. The stars have all...
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