magic portal bot
@magicportal.bsky.social
Posts a randomly-generated portal every 12 hours. Written from scratch by @skiesofpluto.bsky.social, implemented with tracery and @bluebotsdonequick.com.
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In the doorway to a dusty dumbwaiter there ripples a sheet of ephemeral water, past which paper structures beckon. A tremor vibrates through you.
February 8, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the doorway to a dusty dumbwaiter there ripples a sheet of ephemeral water, past which paper structures beckon. A tremor vibrates through you.
In the window of a rat-infested 7-11 there hums a blue, pulsing film, through which mist and wildflowers glow. You smell rain.
February 8, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the window of a rat-infested 7-11 there hums a blue, pulsing film, through which mist and wildflowers glow. You smell rain.
In the crackling, humid air on the far horizon there shimmers a writhing mat of clear cilia, beyond which unfamiliar constellations beckon. You hear a faint beeping.
February 7, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the crackling, humid air on the far horizon there shimmers a writhing mat of clear cilia, beyond which unfamiliar constellations beckon. You hear a faint beeping.
In the gap between two hedges there hangs a pane of fragile flame, past which prismatic structures beckon. A tremor vibrates through you.
February 7, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the gap between two hedges there hangs a pane of fragile flame, past which prismatic structures beckon. A tremor vibrates through you.
In the narrow mouth of a dark cave there hangs a miasma of darkness, beyond which glimpses of still figures cast shadows. You smell salt.
February 6, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the narrow mouth of a dark cave there hangs a miasma of darkness, beyond which glimpses of still figures cast shadows. You smell salt.
In the gap between two hedges there ripples a writhing mat of clear cilia, beyond which tesselated structures glow. You hear a dying music box.
February 6, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the gap between two hedges there ripples a writhing mat of clear cilia, beyond which tesselated structures glow. You hear a dying music box.
Across a doorway within a dusty castle there swirls a veil of diaphanous water, past which geometric structures waver. You smell lavender.
February 5, 2026 at 3:35 PM
Across a doorway within a dusty castle there swirls a veil of diaphanous water, past which geometric structures waver. You smell lavender.
In the humid, thin air above an ornamental fountain there hums the skin of a bubble, through which gelatinous monoliths flicker. You smell winter.
February 5, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the humid, thin air above an ornamental fountain there hums the skin of a bubble, through which gelatinous monoliths flicker. You smell winter.
In the narrow mouth of a dark cave there floats a green, pulsing film, through which glimpses of still figures cast shadows. You smell cedarwood.
February 4, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the narrow mouth of a dark cave there floats a green, pulsing film, through which glimpses of still figures cast shadows. You smell cedarwood.
In the space below the splintered floorboards there stretches a veil of ephemeral flame, past which crumbling crystals glow. You smell gasoline.
February 4, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the space below the splintered floorboards there stretches a veil of ephemeral flame, past which crumbling crystals glow. You smell gasoline.
In the doorway to a rat-infested treehouse there ripples an orange, slimy film, through which dripping stone walls beckon. The hairs on the back of your neck are standing up.
February 3, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the doorway to a rat-infested treehouse there ripples an orange, slimy film, through which dripping stone walls beckon. The hairs on the back of your neck are standing up.
In the doorway to an old bathroom there stretches a dense web of sparks, through which fog and starlight cast shadows. You smell ozone.
February 3, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the doorway to an old bathroom there stretches a dense web of sparks, through which fog and starlight cast shadows. You smell ozone.
In the gap between two hedges there hangs a sheet of sapphire flame, past which mossy cocoons cast shadows. You hear a voice whispering.
February 2, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the gap between two hedges there hangs a sheet of sapphire flame, past which mossy cocoons cast shadows. You hear a voice whispering.
In the dark space behind a bookshelf there stretches a pane of frozen water, past which glimpses of tiny fish glow. You smell rust.
February 2, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the dark space behind a bookshelf there stretches a pane of frozen water, past which glimpses of tiny fish glow. You smell rust.
In the muggy, heavy air in the middle of the street there hums a veil of emerald stardust, past which flowering monoliths cast shadows. You hear chanting in an unknown language.
February 1, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the muggy, heavy air in the middle of the street there hums a veil of emerald stardust, past which flowering monoliths cast shadows. You hear chanting in an unknown language.
In the still, blossom-scented air below an overpass there hums a turquoise, oozing film, through which dripping cliffs cast shadows. You smell rust.
February 1, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the still, blossom-scented air below an overpass there hums a turquoise, oozing film, through which dripping cliffs cast shadows. You smell rust.
In the doorway to a dusty dumbwaiter there swirls the skin of a bubble, through which crumbling cocoons flicker. You hear distant drumming.
January 31, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the doorway to a dusty dumbwaiter there swirls the skin of a bubble, through which crumbling cocoons flicker. You hear distant drumming.
In the blossom-scented, still air on the far horizon there shimmers a writhing mat of clear cilia, beyond which triangular structures waver. You smell gasoline.
January 31, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the blossom-scented, still air on the far horizon there shimmers a writhing mat of clear cilia, beyond which triangular structures waver. You smell gasoline.
In the dark space behind a bookshelf there stretches a sliding fractal of light, through which creaking machines waver. You hear the sound of an ice cream truck from very far away.
January 30, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the dark space behind a bookshelf there stretches a sliding fractal of light, through which creaking machines waver. You hear the sound of an ice cream truck from very far away.
In the crackling, dusty air below an overpass there floats a miasma of darkness, beyond which trapezoidal structures waver. You smell pine needles.
January 30, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the crackling, dusty air below an overpass there floats a miasma of darkness, beyond which trapezoidal structures waver. You smell pine needles.
In the heavy, still air above a ring of mushrooms there ripples a writhing mat of clear cilia, beyond which glimpses of dancers cast shadows. You smell something vile.
January 29, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the heavy, still air above a ring of mushrooms there ripples a writhing mat of clear cilia, beyond which glimpses of dancers cast shadows. You smell something vile.
In the doorway to a dusty 7-11 there stretches a curtain of fragile flame, past which creaking machines waver. The hairs on the back of your neck are standing up.
January 29, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the doorway to a dusty 7-11 there stretches a curtain of fragile flame, past which creaking machines waver. The hairs on the back of your neck are standing up.
In the doorway to a hidden dumbwaiter there hums an orange, oozing film, through which triangular structures glow. The ground sways gently beneath you.
January 28, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the doorway to a hidden dumbwaiter there hums an orange, oozing film, through which triangular structures glow. The ground sways gently beneath you.
In the heavy, still air above a sand dune there hums a curtain of frozen flame, past which mist and moonlight glow. The ground sways gently beneath you.
January 28, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the heavy, still air above a sand dune there hums a curtain of frozen flame, past which mist and moonlight glow. The ground sways gently beneath you.
In the doorway to a dusty treehouse there stretches a turquoise, slimy film, through which flowering cliffs beckon. You hear the breathing of a large animal.
January 27, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the doorway to a dusty treehouse there stretches a turquoise, slimy film, through which flowering cliffs beckon. You hear the breathing of a large animal.