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... nd names had power.
From the breath of the Seedling’s first word to the stonework foundations of Nexis, Darius watched as the fabric of a world began stitching itself together—an act not of code, but of intent. It wasn’t built line by line, algorithm by algorithm. It was dream-built, memory-forged, and paradox-laced.
Sky birthed itself in hues of forgotten sunsets. Rivers sang old lullabies. The mountains had no gravity, only resolve. This wasn’t a return to ...
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