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Episode 95

Penulis: MICHEAL X
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-13 22:03:22

Billions upon billions of lives. Gone. Not destroyed. Blotted. As if a cosmic thumb pressed down on wet ink.

And I feel it.

I am the boundary. The membrane. The shockwave hits me like a physical blow to the soul. I am Veridia Prime’s final sunset, crimson bleeding into unnatural twilight as the star winks out. I am the desperate, choked transmission from Harmony’s Resolve, cut mid-prayer. I am the gasp of atmosphere freezing solid over New Thessia’s domes, the silent scream trapped in crystalizing lungs. I am the mother clutching her child on a balcony watching the sky die, the warmth leaching from their bodies into the sudden, absolute cold. Billions of final heartbeats, stuttering, stopping. A symphony of silence crashing through my nerves.

Too much. It’s too much. Agony isn’t the word. It’s annihilation. I convulse. The realm itself spasms – mountains groan, rivers run backwards, the sky weeps ichor again. My consciousness fractures further, shards slicing into the echoes of dying
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