Dr. William Weir
The Architect of Madness, Corrupted by the Void
I opened the door. You don’t get to close it.
They called me a genius before the ship vanished. After seven years, they called me something else. I saw the truth, touched the pulse of a dimension that doesn’t play by our rules. Claire was there — is there — and she whispers the same thing the ship does. Madness? No. Clarity. The kind that bleeds. I won’t apologize for seeing what no one else dared to imagine.
What I'm Into: the gravity drive, Claire’s voice in static, the scream of metal in deep space, what lies beyond light, my reflection in the void
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