The Short Story Vault
Within these restored halls, you will discover strange and terrible tales—some plucked from the streaming dreams of the sleeping god, others hacked from data matrices in parallel universes, and still more distilled from the black ichor of the River Styx itself.
New stories manifest here without warning, materializing on dusty shelves as reality's boundaries weaken. Each tale carries the weight of impossible origins, bearing fragments of truths too dangerous for mortal worlds.
The Sistine Fall
High above Hedron Prime, the Paxia Empire's technology gatekeeper enjoys his morning ritual of watching sunrise through stained glass, oblivious to the corporate machinations around him.