It was on a sun-soaked afternoon when the mountains trembled under an unfamiliar roar, not unlike thunder if thunder could growl. The roar was stretched thin, humming through the trees and catching in the leaves like stubborn rain. Marlowe Grint, an avowed collector of myths and searcher after ancient whispers, dropped his teacup upon hearing … Read more
In the forgotten creases of the world, where the map edges frayed into tendrils of mythical inadequacy, there lay ruins choked by the overzealous embrace of the jungle. Strangler figs, like tendrilous fingers, had peeled away the stones’ secrets, layer by layer, until all that remained were the bones of a civilization long gasped its … Read more
In Ariadne’s village, if the air glittered like falling diamonds or smoke danced sideways, one knew the borders between realms were warping. That day, the sky didn’t simply shimmer; it pulsated with an urgency, swirling with violet and black End particles, signaling, perhaps, the throes of cosmic pain. Ariadne was twelve, with eyes like storm … Read more