Diary Entry #1: The Fading Light

April 2nd

I woke up today and couldn’t tell if the sun had risen or if the clouds had simply swallowed the world whole.

There’s a fog over everything lately—not the kind that drapes the city streets, but one that clings to my vision, softening the edges of all I see. Last week, I dismissed it as exhaustion. I thought maybe I had been reading too much, staring at...

The Hall of Concord stood empty, a cavern of marble and silence. Once, it had roared with the voices of chancellors, sages, and poets. Now only dust danced in the shafts of dying sunlight that pierced through fractured stained glass.

At the heart of the hall stood Miren, the last Orator.

She wore her ceremonial cloak—a threadbare relic of a forgotten time—deep blue with silver hems, patterned li...

CHAPTER ONE — The Teacup Test

The first time Emma brought Nikola to meet her family, he broke a porcelain teacup.

It was not spectacular—just a slight knock of his elbow against a low lacquered table. The cup tipped, spun once like a coin, and cracked against the floor. No one shouted. That was what unnerved him the most.

Her mother smiled like someone watching a house burn behind glass.

Emma ...

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Beyond them, on a rock island crowned by the seven-tiered pagoda of Kage-no-Tera, the air shimmered faintly. It was said that once every hu...

They say the stillness is a gift, a balm for weary hands and hearts— but what of days that drift and drift with no sharp edges, no bold starts?

The air too calm, the sky too blue, the silence thick as honey glaze. Even the birds seem quiet too, lost in some endless yawn of days.

No cries for change, no cause to rise, no clash of minds, no restless storm. The fire dies behind the eyes when nothin...

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime that sounded far too cheerful for a place like this. Floor 57 was not labeled on the directory in the lobby, and no one but high-clearance operatives ever spoke about what went on above Floor 50. Elise Marlowe stepped out, heels clicking on the matte black tile, coat fluttering behind her like a shadow she no longer tried to outrun.

At the end of the ha...

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Long before maps named the lands and cities drew borders with ink and pride, there was a northern realm known only as Icewind. Nestled between jagged mountain ridges and dense pine forests, Icewind's villages clung to the edges of its vast frozen fjords like frost on glass. Its people were hardy, carved from the same granit...

When the front door opened, I knew something was different.

I’m Leo. Four-year-old Labrador. Ball enthusiast. Squirrel chaser. Certified Good Boy. And up until about two hours ago, the center of this home’s universe.

I was waiting by the window when they pulled into the driveway. I saw the car seat through the glass and smelled something new before the door even opened. The scent hit me like a s...

Clouds cover the skies, Rain pulls at your eyes, But nothing hurts as much As little words turned lies.

A whisper meant to soothe, Now echoes sharp and cold, Promises once honeyed, Now bitter, cracked, and old.

The hand that reached for comfort Now trembles when it’s nearby— For trust is not so easy When truth forgets to appear.

The skies may break with thunder, The winds may scream and spin, B...

Marisol felt the tremor of finality before the day had even truly begun. One crisp morning, as sunlight splintered through her threadbare curtains, she realized that the chapter of her life marked by comfort and complacency had to end. The echo of a long-silenced promise stirred in her heart—a silent urging that life, much like the wilting autumn leaves outside her window, was meant to transform a...