It starts with a whisper. A faint hum of nothingness that seeps into your mind like a cold draft on a winter's night. You feel it in your bones, a gnawing sense of emptiness that threatens to consume you whole.
And then, like a thief in the night, it takes everything.
Or so you thought.
But what if, in the midst of this void, a tiny flame flickers to life? A spark of meaning in the abyss? The answer, my friend, is not as simple as you'd like.
For in the grand tapestry of existence, every thread is a thread of nothing.
And so, we're left with...
A special report by LukeProphet