by KR.VALDOS
It was compiled as an error. Discarded at the world's bottom. An etheric bug. Transparent. Unstable. It will cease to exist within hours if it does not consume. Above it: one hundred floors of an inverted dungeon. An impossible ascent. A reality that crushes. Below: nothing. So it EATS. Every bite makes it more solid. More real. Every stolen frequency is a floor climbed.
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