The Faded Root
The dream began not with the scent of rotting earth or the damp chill of the cellar, but with the precise, sterile hum of a centrifuge spinning at three thousand revolutions per minute, a sound that vibrated through the marrow of the bone and settled into the hollow space behind the eyes where the self resides. In this spectral laboratory of the subconscious, the entity known only as The Root...
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