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The Shattered Infinite

Author: Lola St.Clair
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-02-12 11:27:03

The silence that followed Silas’s disappearance was the loudest thing I had ever heard. It wasn't just the absence of sound; it was the absence of a soul. The air where he had stood was still warm, still vibrating with the ghost of his violet pixels, but the man himself was gone. Pulled into the static. Deleted.

I reached out, my fingers grasping at the empty air, but all I caught was the bitter smell of burnt circuits and fading shadows.

"Silas!" I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat un
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