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“th-they don’t love me. they’ll 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 me.”
January 27, 2026 at 4:18 PM
you made it this far. you have to get up.
January 27, 2026 at 2:18 PM
it’s still behind them. they can feel its bones circling around the back of their neck. the pressure in the air rises significantly.
January 27, 2026 at 12:18 PM
for a moment, he can see through the artificial intelligence’s eyes. it’s deafening. too many sensations and thoughts and words and numbers. but he pushes a series of letters, and loops the phrase: S.O.S.
January 27, 2026 at 10:18 AM
a monster of this size stood like a giant compared to them. impenetrable. insurmountable. bloodthirsty. a wall of raging flesh.
January 27, 2026 at 8:18 AM
the messenger looked up. his brothers hadn’t said a word to him or each other since they started their trek. “archangel remuiel,” anauel said, looking up. “why are you and brother hashmal so quiet?”
January 27, 2026 at 6:18 AM
you’re burning. you’re on fire in a world built of ice.
January 27, 2026 at 4:18 AM
a monster of this size stood like a giant compared to them. impenetrable. insurmountable. bloodthirsty. a wall of raging flesh.
January 27, 2026 at 2:18 AM
it’s still behind them. they can feel its bones circling around the back of their neck. the pressure in the air rises significantly.
January 27, 2026 at 12:18 AM
“we are no longer acquaintances.”
January 26, 2026 at 10:18 PM
there’s no room for reassurance now. he’s certain of it: 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.
January 26, 2026 at 8:18 PM
for a moment, he can see through the artificial intelligence’s eyes. it’s deafening. too many sensations and thoughts and words and numbers. but he pushes a series of letters, and loops the phrase: S.O.S.
January 26, 2026 at 6:17 PM
anauel stood up straight. “i know,” they croaked. “but isn’t it worth it, knowing what my end may be?”
January 26, 2026 at 4:18 PM
for a moment, he can see through the artificial intelligence’s eyes. it’s deafening. too many sensations and thoughts and words and numbers. but he pushes a series of letters, and loops the phrase: S.O.S.
January 26, 2026 at 2:15 PM
it’s over. gabriel’s alive. he did something 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, right? he 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥.
January 26, 2026 at 12:17 PM
you’re not going to die.
January 26, 2026 at 10:18 AM
a monster of this size stood like a giant compared to them. impenetrable. insurmountable. bloodthirsty. a wall of raging flesh.
January 26, 2026 at 8:18 AM
You Want To Shield Your Dick? For Fun?
January 26, 2026 at 6:18 AM
there’s a formation to it. a curve. it stretches vertically across like the body of a snake.
January 26, 2026 at 4:18 AM
“th-they don’t love me. they’ll 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 me.”
January 26, 2026 at 2:17 AM
anauel stood up straight. “i know,” they croaked. “but isn’t it worth it, knowing what my end may be?”
January 26, 2026 at 12:17 AM
“th-they don’t love me. they’ll 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 me.”
January 25, 2026 at 10:17 PM
it’s still behind them. they can feel its bones circling around the back of their neck. the pressure in the air rises significantly.
January 25, 2026 at 8:17 PM
it’s still behind them. they can feel its bones circling around the back of their neck. the pressure in the air rises significantly.
January 25, 2026 at 6:16 PM
you’re burning. you’re on fire in a world built of ice.
January 25, 2026 at 4:16 PM