The Wistful Skyline
The sky did not break; it simply ceased to be, and in its place poured a silence so absolute it felt like the crushing weight of the ocean, a silence that had no bottom and no horizon, a silence that swallowed the sound of my own breathing until I could no longer distinguish where my lungs ended and the void began. I stood in the center of the stone circle, the air thick with the scent of ozone...
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