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A single, hummingbirdsized lantern made of solidified starlight drifts through the center of a vast, inverted ocean of liquid time, its glass not transparent but a deep, shifting indigo that reveals the faint, ghostly outlines of moments not yet lived. The lantern does not burnit pulses with a soft, internal resonance that slows the flow of the surrounding ocean, creating ripples that ripple backward, revealing the exact moment a decision was about to be made, frozen midchoosing. The ocean is not waterit is a dense, viscous fluid of compressed potential, each wave shaped like the negative space between two futures that never collided. The lanterns wick is not threadit is a single, coiled strand of forgotten breath

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