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... dn’t move in a straight line. It flickered, it glitched, its form stuttering through a dozen different, impossible geometries at once. It was a living, weaponized plot twist.
The Glass Curator, a being of perfect, unchanging order, stood its ground. It did not raise a weapon. It simply... existed. Its perfect, logical form was a bastion of pure, conceptual stability.
The two opposites met. The collision was not a physical explosion. It was a metaphysical paradox. The very fabric ...
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