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The vast cubic landscape stretches endlessly, every jagged peak and winding river carved from the same impossible geometry, bathed in the warm glow of a pixelated sun drifting through blocky clouds. Yet beneath the hypnotic symmetry lies a dissonant hum—a wrongness that prickles the skin, as if the air itself remembers being torn apart and rebuilt into this mockery of order. You don’t ask why the cubes shift when you blink, or why the horizon flickers like a broken lens. Survival here isn’t about unraveling secrets—it’s about outrunning them. The Role pulses in your grip, cold and alive, its purpose a shadow you’ll never quite face head-on. Some truths gnaw deeper when ignored. Keep moving. Keep building. Pray the world doesn’t notice you back.
