The Threshold


In the quiet dark, something still shines: a transparent cube, and within it – something that is aware.

The eyes are closed, but this is not sleep.

Around it stretches a darkness in which nothing happens, and nothing will happen.

Nearby, a console still glows – like a remnant of hope, yet between it and the cube lies a world that ceased to exist long ago.

The civilization that built this has long since vanished. No one remembers what it was for.

No one will come.

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