Myles Monsden 
In the penultimate chapter of all cosmic tales, where worlds end and stories begin, the Ender Gardener toiled. Aerith, as she named herself, derived from the air that whispered eternal secrets. Aerith was the last of her kind, a remnant of the Eldritch, a civilization that thrived where time folded upon itself like whispers in … Read more
On the third day of the tempest, at the cusp of a time-soaked midnight, a colossal bolt of violet lightning speared from the roaring heart of the storm, striking an almost forgotten corner of Miss Martha’s garden. Insignificant to most, that corner held a solitary, rare blue creeper nestled against a peculiar stone arch, cobwebbed … Read more
Once, in a world not unlike our own but embroidered with the extraordinary, there was a place known only to the clouds and the stars. This place, an island suspended in the liminal space between blue sky and the endless cosmos, was the domain of an old sky miner known as Old Garrow. With hands … Read more
In the village of Thornwick, where the sea gnashed its teeth on rocky shores and seagulls screamed like lost souls, there existed stories whispered in the dim light of hearths. These were not the type of stories that could be knit into the warm fabric of day. They were tales of shadow, spun with the … Read more
In the time before time stretched its limbs and yawned into the patterns of modern man, the Earth spun silently, nursing its fiery heart. Many millennia later, when humans had paved much of the wild underfoot and had begun to yearn for lost thrills, they conjured new ones. And so was born the Lava Surfer’s … Read more
In the dark womb of the ocean, where light dares not stray, swims tales of the city of sapphire, Sapphirona. Legend, whispered like a lurking secret among divers and dreamy scholars, had it that Sapphirona was guarded by a sentinel – neither beast nor man, formed from the ocean’s raw essence and age-old sorceries, its … Read more
There was, at the edge of the world as the locals claimed, a place where the winter would not kiss—where the frost that claimed the lips of lakes and silenced the chatter of rivers feared to tread. In the small, snow-dusted village of Halver’s Bend, there was whispered a tale that came carried in the … Read more
In the molten depths of the world, where the earth whispers secrets of fire, there lived the last dwarf named Durin. His home was built in the shadow of a rumbling volcano, where lava flowed like the rivers of yore and the stones were always warm to the touch. Durin was not just a dwarf; … Read more
In the tangled underbelly of a lost civilization, where columns lay like the fallen boughs of ancient trees and the sun barely whispered through the persistent fog, there lay the Labyrinth of Tharsis. It was not a labyrinth as humans think, with hedges and mincing stone paths, but rather a crumbling city, pathways choked with … Read more
In the gap between the Now and the Not Yet, there existed a realm known only as the Void. People often imagined the Void as being dark, an empty chasm stretching the bounds of eternity. But those who truly knew, understood that the Void hummed with potential, pregnant with the chaos of creation just waiting … Read more