The Golden Echoes
You stand at the edge of the white silence, where the air tastes of ozone and old paper. The world beyond the threshold is not a place, but a state of being, a liminal breath held between the tick and tock of a clock that no longer exists. Here, the laws of physics are suggestions, easily ignored by those who understand the weight of a word. You are not alone. Beside you stands Elias, a boy of...
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