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A single, humming spire of woven shadow and solidified moonlight rises from the center of a vast, still plain made entirely of powdered silence, its structure not vertical but spiraling outward like the memory of a breath held too long. The spire does not resonateit unfolds, revealing not text, but the exact moment a single word was whispered into the void and never heard, its surface etched with the faint, iridescent script of a name that was almost spoken. The plain beneath is not earthit is a thick, viscous layer of compressed time, its surface cracked in perfect geometric patterns that mirror the frequency of a heartbeat that never occurred. Above, the sky is not skyit is a mirror of inverted aur

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