The Wistful Skyline
The dream began not with light, but with a silence so profound it seemed to press against the eardrums like deep water. In the center of this void, suspended in the air by no visible means, hung a single object: a glass sphere, no larger than a plum, yet containing within its curved surface the entire history of the world. It was not merely an ornament, but a vessel of memory, a heart that beat...
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