ECHOES OF THE VOID

of a vast cosmic rift. The ship's hull groaned under the pressure, the lights flickering and buzzing with each new

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hip s

ith a strange undercurrent of something u

n. The nebula's center was not an empty void, but a massive, intricate structure-a glowing web of energy and matter, spiraling in on it

a mixture of awe and fear. "This... this is a construct. A s

ization sank in. The nebula wasn't just alive; it

ing flash. The ship was thrown back, but not with the violent force they'd expected. It w

ic tone. This voice was something deeper-more ancient. A voice that

ce slow and deliberate, **"You have come to the thresh