By IMERPUS RELUR
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There was no sound.
But he heard everything.
A scream older than time.
It wasn't pain.
It was remembering.
Imer stood beneath a dead tree.
Its bark pulsed with forgotten words.
A single fruit dangled—
Black, glowing.
He took a bite.
All his memories screamed at once.
> "To eat sin is to hear the silence behind every scream."
"To hear it… is to become it."
He chewed.
He swallowed.
And became nothing.