The Distant Journey
In the dream, the glass did not shatter with a sound but with a silence so absolute it seemed to swallow the air, leaving only the jagged, trembling shards suspended in the void, each fragment reflecting a different, distorted version of the man standing before them, and when he reached out to touch the largest piece, his finger did not bleed but turned to ice, cracking along the same vein of...
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