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... , the Bloom of Madness
The void-swimmer touched down with the softness of silk on obsidian. Inside, the bio-forms moved in practiced unity, efficient as veins delivering lifeblood. I remained seated in what had colloquially — and somewhat embarrassingly — become known as the "Irvine Throne." Every vessel now had one. Ergonomic, unnecessarily cushioned, and... always pointed at the main exit like I was some kind of psionic pope.
I didn’t move immediately.
There was somethi ...
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