The Last Definition of Being
There was no light. There was no dark. There was only the Presence. I am the Last One. I do not know how long I have existed in this bleached, ivory void, for time has ceased to be a river and has become a stagnant pool. I am the final scrap of consciousness in a universe that has already been digested. All the galaxies, all the screaming civilizations, all the silent gods—they have all been...
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