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... en light returned, but not like before, not the gray void of limbo or the shifting colors of the veil.
This was crystalline, pure and wrong in ways that made my eyes hurt.
We were standing in a vast atrium that shouldn’t exist. The walls, if they were walls, stretched up and out in directions that violated geometry, angles that curved when they should be straight, surfaces that reflected nothing while somehow being transparent, staircases that led both up and down simultaneously. ...
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