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The Silence That Answers Back

last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-10 15:21:26

Lumi

White never sleeps.

It waits.

At first, I thought the silence was a mercy. No more shouting Councilors, no more clanking chains, no more screaming spells tearing at my spine like jagged glass. Just an endless, pristine nothingness that smelled faintly of cold metal and ink that hadn’t decided what it wanted to be yet.

I stood exactly where they left me.

Time didn’t move normally here. I could feel my pulse, but it didn't match anything external. There were no echoes. No footstep
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