The Distant Temple
The dream begins not with light, but with the sterile, antiseptic hum of the ventilation system, a low-frequency drone that vibrates against the sternum like a trapped insect, establishing the baseline for a reality that feels less like waking life and more like a high-fidelity simulation of institutional control. I am standing in the atrium of the Department of Cognitive Calibration, a space...
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