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Requiem

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In the spaces between breath and silence, where light fractures and shadows gather, there is a place that refuses to be named. lingering,  bleeding through cracks in memory and time. This is a place of unspoken grief, of sorrow that twists and folds until it becomes something else: a pulse beneath the skin, a weight that no hand can lift.

This book does not seek to explain, to heal, or to comfort. It is a reckoning, a slow unraveling of the threads we thought were meant to hold us together. It speaks in riddles and half-truths, in the language of broken things and fractured souls.

If you enter, listen closely. The echoes may not answer, but they will ask everything.Alle Rechte vorbehalten

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The Field of Photonic Echoes

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