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A single, selfsustaining locket made of woven obsidian and frozen starlight hangs suspended in the center of a vast, still library composed entirely of solidified breaths from a civilization that communicated through the scent of unopened books. The locket does not openit resonates, emitting a low, harmonic hum that distorts the surrounding air into slowmotion ripples shaped like the negative space between two pages that never turned, each wave glowing with the faint, pulsing afterimage of a story that was almost written. The library is not made of wood or stoneit is a layered expanse of compressed silence, each shelf etched with the emotional residue of a chapter never read, its surface shimmering with the afterimage of a

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