The Silence of the Last Echo
The clock on the wall didn't tick; it pulsed. I, Elias, lived in the Interval—a sliver of time between the second and the third, a pocket of existence where the laws of physics were merely suggestions. For an eternity, I had been the Watcher, the one tasked with observing the collapse of the Great Cycle and triggering the restart. I remember the first time I tried to save them. I reached into...
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