The Cosmic Heartbeat
(V-09: Gothic) The station was a needle of obsidian piercing the heart of the Ophiuchus nebula. Here, at the edge of the known, the Great Mirror did not reflect the sun; it reflected the void. I, Julian, was the sole occupant of the night-shift, a man whose only companions were the humming reactors and the oppressive silence of the stars. I suffered from a peculiar insomnia. For months, I could...
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