🌟 Chapter 41 - The Mask
The morning sun peered into a broken, time-worn capsule filled with aspen husks. Dust motes danced in a slanting beam of light that snatched from the morning twilight two childlike figures sleeping in each other's arms. Just a moment ago they were not here, and now they had arrived. Like a lost trinket suddenly appearing in the most conspicuous place. Like an epiphany arising from nowhere. But there was no one to notice the change. No one to be surprised. Without an observer, the world is indifferent and has neither memory nor meaning.

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