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A single, selfoscillating helix of solidified quantum uncertainty rotates in the center of a vast, still void composed entirely of inverted, nonreflective silence from a civilization that communicated through the absence of sound in the spaces between breaths. The helix does not spinit unmeasures, each twist unraveling into a slow, backward cascade of probability waves, reforming into ephemeral topologies shaped like the negative space between two decisions that never coexisted in the same timeline. The void is not emptyit is a layered expanse of petrified potential, each stratum etched with the emotional residue of a choice that was never made, its edges glowing with the faint, entropic afterimage of a

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