The Library at the End of Time
When the last stars began to dim, humanity had already scattered across what remained of the galaxy. Planets turned cold, suns collapsed into silent remnants, and space itself grew older, thinner, weary of carrying existence. Among the drifting colonies, whispers spread of a place no one could chart, no one could calculate-an impossible structure floating in the interstices of time itself. They called it The Library at the End of Time.