josephis WADE

The Cantor's Echo. AI-Generated.

### The Cantor's Echo The Basilica of the Withered Vine didn't drift; it presided over the void. Its architecture was a perversion of faith and function—flying buttresses of cold-forged steel arched over a nave of humming, bioluminescent circuitry. Its stained-glass windows, vast and dark, depicted not saints, but the elegant logic of dead star charts. I docked my surveyor ship, *The Moth*, at the main airlock, the silence of its docking clamps a profane sound in this forgotten cathedral of the machine-god.