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Chapter 167: The Fragments of Failed Universes
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2026-02-07 09:01:22The Deep Web was a landscape of "Narrative Poverty." As Silas and Lyra stood on the shore of the liquid-mercury sea, they felt the "System" attempting to "Down-sample" their existence. The gold-and-sapphire light of Silas’s skin and the violet starlight of Lyra’s wings were being compressed, their vibrant colors turning into a grainy, low-fidelity grey. To the Merchant-Beast, they were no longer "Sovereigns"; they were "Excess Assets" to be liquidated.
"Don't look at the grey, Silas!
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