The Single Bloom
The sky was the color of a dead television screen. I am the last. I do not know if "last" refers to my species, my planet, or my dimension. The physics of the world have become unstable; the stars have drifted away, and the air is a thin, freezing mist of noble gases. Time no longer flows; it eddies and pools, leaving me trapped in a perpetual, grey twilight. I live in the Shell, a geodesic...
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