The Distant Summer
The first thing you notice is the silence. It is not the quiet of an empty room, but the heavy, suffocating stillness of a place where sound has gone to die. You stand at the edge of a vast, impossible landscape, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old parchment. Above you, the sky is not blue, but a swirling, bruised purple, punctured by stars that pulse like slow, arrhythmic hearts....
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