“All of these things, which had once been my entire world, the village and my father, toys and my books, becoming fainter and smaller until I could barely see them, like stars whose light could no longer reach me. And I thought that the only way to make sense of this fall, the only way to assign value to it, was for wherever I ended up to be astonishing in its brightness.”
— Aug 11, 2026 05:54AM
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