The Golden Myth
The server crashes at 3:04 AM. You are in the basement. The air is thick with the smell of ozone and burnt plastic. Your eyes burn. You blink. The blue light from the monitor stabs into your retinas. You are not in a basement. You are in a void. Wait. No. You are in the basement. But the basement is gone. The walls have dissolved into code. The concrete floor ripples like water. You are...
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