The Wistful Show
The rain hits the sensor array with a rhythmic, metallic tick. It is the only sound in the world. You stand on the bridge of the *Aegis*, a vessel that is less a ship and more a floating courtroom, suspended in a sky that has forgotten how to be blue. The horizon is a jagged line of static, a glitch in the rendering of reality. You are the judge. You are the jury. You are the executioner. And...
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