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Time did not flow there—it pooled, stagnant and thick, a tar that suffocated thought and memory.
Light, if it dared exist, fractured into whispers before dissolving. The void teemed with primordial entities older than gods, their forms indefinable: shifting masses of teeth and tendrils, galaxies compressed into serpents, sentient storms that sang in languages that unraveled sanity.
They did not hate. Did not love. They simply were, eternal and ravenous, pressing agains ...
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