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... that belonged to gods.
It was older.
Older than the stars, older than realms, older than war. It was where the Progenitors first drew breath—the marrow of creation itself, hollow and wide, a cradle of nothing where the first sparks of being had once flared to life.
It was black without being dark. Empty without being still. The sky above stretched endless, but no stars marked it. Instead, veins of silver drifted, like rivers painted across glass, carrying whispers of mem ...
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