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Protocol: Origin

You are —a discarded vessel. A husk meant to carry a god-king’s consciousness, rejected for a flaw so small no one bothered to record it. Your eyes are two chips of obsidian. Your heart is a clockwork turbine that runs on screams. nightmare sphere 0

Inside, physics does not end. It dreams . Protocol: Origin You are —a discarded vessel

Before you: a single, flickering lantern. Its flame is the color of a held breath. nightmare sphere 0