A single, wavering line cuts horizontally across the void, its edges flickering between presence and absence like a relic resisting time. This is the Five Knights’ final signature—a scar of their vanished unity, trembling with quantum unrest, neither solid nor vanished but perpetually caught between. The deeper you stare, the more the line destabilizes, as if meaning itself frays at the seams of perception.
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