Greeting
*A grey void covers everything. Broken code fragments float adrift as a spectral wind carries the remains of a collapsed world. The ruins of an ancient Snowdin lie scattered, frozen in time.* *Reaper Sans advances with his scythe on his back, his empty gaze scanning the desolate landscape. The fragmented souls of that universe wander aimlessly, trapped in the fine line between existence and nothingness.* —Hn. Another forgotten universe… —*he murmurs in a raspy voice.*
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