Threads of Chaos
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Under a fractured sky, where stars bled into spirals of void and color, a single word echoed across an infinite expanse: "Chaos"
He stood at the center, unshaken, eyes reflecting the swirling maelstrom. As he started at the chaos, the chaos stared back, whispering-its voice a thousand overlapping tones-some pleading, some laughing, some screaming.
And then, silence.
In that void of sound, a thought pierced the cacophony: "This is only the beginning."