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They say there’s a place beyond the known universe, past the farthest edges of the stars we can see. Scientists whisper about it, theorize it in equations scribbled on boards and scrawled in notebooks. The Outer Space.
Not just the vacuum of black holes and nebulae, but something altogether… alien. A realm where dimensions don’t behave, where space and time collapse into spiraling, tangled branes. Infinite layers of existence, folding in on themselves faster than light, faster than thought. A place where logic doesn’t function and even the fundamental constants of physics crack under the weight of something greater.
Theoretical, they call it. Impossible, they mutter. But for those who’ve glimpsed the edges of the impossible—who’ve stood in the shadow of resonance cascades and dimensional rifts—it feels less like a theory and more like a warning.
Because if The Outer Space is real, then it’s not just a realm. It’s a question science can’t answer. And maybe, just maybe, it’s one we were never meant to ask.