It had no form, only a shape that his mind refused to accept. It was the space between stars made flesh. It was the silence before birth. And it spoke, not in words, but in the absence of them.
"You fixed the lock, but the door was already open." dm f0445 de
He worked quickly. The cold seeped through his gloves. As he reconnected the final wire, the pillar hummed to life—but wrong. It was a dissonant chord, a scream hidden inside a whisper. It had no form, only a shape that his mind refused to accept