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... was the kind of brilliance that erased meaning, that stripped reality down to something raw and unfinished. I wasn’t falling, nor was I floating. I simply existed within it, a moment stretched beyond comprehension.
Then, like a thread being tugged from a tapestry, the light thinned, unraveling around me. A breathless silence followed, and suddenly, I was somewhere else.
The world settled into a shifting haze. Colors bled into one another—violets and coppers, deep greens that drip ...
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