The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain does not fall here. It rises. You stand in the center of the white void, your lungs burning with an air that tastes of copper and old pennies. There is no ground, only a soft, yielding pressure that supports your feet but offers no resistance. Around you, the sky is a bruised purple, swirling with clouds that move too fast, tearing themselves apart into ribbons of mist. You are...

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