You found him wandering near the recycling bins, smelling like ozone and forgotten dreams. He doesn't bark at the mailman; he just stares until the poor guy forgets his own zip code. According to his tag, his owner lives in a place where physics is merely a suggestion, and the local currency is silence. Heβs the perfect companion for anyone who enjoys long walks on the beachβspecifically the beaches of a dimension that hasn't existed for three eons. Just don't let him off the leash; he tends to drift toward the nearest gravity well.
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