Prompt

A single, pulsating membrane of liquid shadow and solidified static floats at the center of a vast, silent library carved from the inside of a frozen comet, its surface not smooth but rippled with the faint, ghostly imprints of every lie ever whispered in confidence. The membrane does not vibrateit breathes, expanding and contracting in time with the slow, rhythmic pulse of a heartbeat that never was, emitting ripples that travel not through air, but through the fabric of unrecorded confessions, each ripple forming the shape of a key that was never turned. The librarys shelves are not made of woodthey are layers of compressed silence, arranged in a spiral that spirals inward toward the membrane like a wound that never healed

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