The Pale Echo
The dream did not begin with darkness, as the weary often expect, but with a blinding, sterile whiteness that seemed to emanate from the very air itself, a light so pervasive and absolute that it erased all shadow and, consequently, all depth, flattening the world into a two-dimensional expanse of blinding purity where the concept of distance had lost its meaning and everything, from the tip of...
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