Excerpt from the Lost Codex

The sky was a wound, bleeding galaxies into the abyss. A lone figure stood at the threshold of eternity, twin whips coiled like serpents in their grasp. Before them, the visage of the void itself—a cosmic skull, its eyes swirling with star-born secrets, its breath a silent hymn of forgotten gods. Symbols flickered in the ether, ancient sigils of knowledge long erased from mortal tongues. The city behind them trembled, its foundations whispering warnings, but they stepped forward still, drawn into the maw of destiny. The great silence awaited. The question was not whether it would speak, but whether they would survive the answer.

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