Beneath the crust of reality, where gravity folds and logic drips like candle wax, is The Center. No one knows what it's the center of — onl...

Beneath the crust of reality, where gravity folds and logic drips like candle wax, is The Center. No one knows what it's the center of — only that it hums with the sound of erased civilizations. Two Men in Black descend an obsidian spiral staircase that wasn't there a second ago. Their shoes don't touch ...