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... ght about it too much.
Blue geometric patterns stretching infinitely in all directions, to form corridors and chambers shifting based on intuition rather than intention.
The chair he sat in was the only thing that made the void around him feel real.
"Alright." Jazz’s voice echoed from...,
well everywhere. "So you’re planning to charge into a Level 3 rift with no backup sir, or are we discussing strategy first?"
"I thought we built a connection jazz, you sh ...
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