The Golden Echoes
The sound begins in your left knee, a low-frequency hum that vibrates through the patella and up the femur, settling in the marrow like silt in a stagnant river. You are standing in the center of the white room, a space that lacks corners, lacks windows, and lacks any recognizable horizon. The floor is a seamless composite material, cool under your shoes, reflecting the pale, sourceless light...
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