The Rift of Sensui It was a long time ago—perhaps in a place you have seen only in dreams. A realm where the horizon bent like glass, and time itself was stitched together by fragile threads. In that realm, two entities that never should have met crossed paths within the space-time rift. One was born of silence, a being of stillness that devoured sound. The other was born of motion, a storm that could never rest. They were opposites, destined to remain apart. Yet fate, careless and cruel, allowed them to collide. The moment they touched, all collapsed. Mountains folded into rivers, rivers into dust, and dust into nothingness. The stars themselves flickered out, as though ashamed to witness such a union. In all my reign, nothing seemed more natural than choosing Sensui. He was a child prodigy, able to sense apparitions from the moment he could walk. They were drawn to him like magnets, whispering secrets of realms unseen. He carried their voices ...
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