Kin stood in a white, glassy plain, so uniform it was hard to tell when the horizon ended and the sky began.

It was eerily silent.

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A black thing sat in front of Kin, maybe fifteen meters from him.

What are you? Kin thought.

The black thing cocked its head and Kin could have sworn that it smiled, even though it had no mouth.

Well, it said. I’m you.