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Umbrosia—dream without waking,
veil that drowns the light.
Caelora—breath of first dawn,
voice stretched across the void.
In their circle they found it.
The trembling source.
A bird.
Small as a heartbeat.
Vast as eternity.
Its wings blurred with shimmering color.
Each beat rippled the void.
veil that drowns the light.
Caelora—breath of first dawn,
voice stretched across the void.
In their circle they found it.
The trembling source.
A bird.
Small as a heartbeat.
Vast as eternity.
Its wings blurred with shimmering color.
Each beat rippled the void.
October 5, 2025 at 8:06 PM
Umbrosia—dream without waking,
veil that drowns the light.
Caelora—breath of first dawn,
voice stretched across the void.
In their circle they found it.
The trembling source.
A bird.
Small as a heartbeat.
Vast as eternity.
Its wings blurred with shimmering color.
Each beat rippled the void.
veil that drowns the light.
Caelora—breath of first dawn,
voice stretched across the void.
In their circle they found it.
The trembling source.
A bird.
Small as a heartbeat.
Vast as eternity.
Its wings blurred with shimmering color.
Each beat rippled the void.
So radiant it could not be contained.
From that note awoke the First Ones.
The Primi Custodes.
Drawn from Nothing,
as moths are drawn to flame.
Aeteron—gravity unborn,
weight that binds all things to stillness.
Ignisur—hunger without end,
fire that devours even silence.
From that note awoke the First Ones.
The Primi Custodes.
Drawn from Nothing,
as moths are drawn to flame.
Aeteron—gravity unborn,
weight that binds all things to stillness.
Ignisur—hunger without end,
fire that devours even silence.
October 5, 2025 at 8:05 PM
So radiant it could not be contained.
From that note awoke the First Ones.
The Primi Custodes.
Drawn from Nothing,
as moths are drawn to flame.
Aeteron—gravity unborn,
weight that binds all things to stillness.
Ignisur—hunger without end,
fire that devours even silence.
From that note awoke the First Ones.
The Primi Custodes.
Drawn from Nothing,
as moths are drawn to flame.
Aeteron—gravity unborn,
weight that binds all things to stillness.
Ignisur—hunger without end,
fire that devours even silence.
Not the silence of sleep.
Not the pause between heartbeats.
But the Silence of Nothing.
Endless. Vast. Unbroken. Unaware.
Yet within that blackness, a trembling stirred.
Fragile. Eternal.
A single note.
Struck upon the strings of the void.
So delicate it might vanish.
Not the pause between heartbeats.
But the Silence of Nothing.
Endless. Vast. Unbroken. Unaware.
Yet within that blackness, a trembling stirred.
Fragile. Eternal.
A single note.
Struck upon the strings of the void.
So delicate it might vanish.
October 5, 2025 at 8:05 PM
Not the silence of sleep.
Not the pause between heartbeats.
But the Silence of Nothing.
Endless. Vast. Unbroken. Unaware.
Yet within that blackness, a trembling stirred.
Fragile. Eternal.
A single note.
Struck upon the strings of the void.
So delicate it might vanish.
Not the pause between heartbeats.
But the Silence of Nothing.
Endless. Vast. Unbroken. Unaware.
Yet within that blackness, a trembling stirred.
Fragile. Eternal.
A single note.
Struck upon the strings of the void.
So delicate it might vanish.
This is the prologue to my first novel, and I’m interested in your opinion, be real. This is very grounded as it goes, but this is the scene setter for what follows: Prologue: The Hymn of Resonance
Before dawn.
Before breath.
There was Silence.
Not the silence of sleep.
Before dawn.
Before breath.
There was Silence.
Not the silence of sleep.
October 5, 2025 at 7:34 PM
This is the prologue to my first novel, and I’m interested in your opinion, be real. This is very grounded as it goes, but this is the scene setter for what follows: Prologue: The Hymn of Resonance
Before dawn.
Before breath.
There was Silence.
Not the silence of sleep.
Before dawn.
Before breath.
There was Silence.
Not the silence of sleep.
Our Ricky Hatton, sometimes a fatton
But always our man, I was always a fan
He fought the best, won and he lost, but in the end he was always the Boss
Our Rick Hatton, he was always our man, and now that he’s gone, he rests in Heaven.
But always our man, I was always a fan
He fought the best, won and he lost, but in the end he was always the Boss
Our Rick Hatton, he was always our man, and now that he’s gone, he rests in Heaven.
September 15, 2025 at 5:03 PM
Our Ricky Hatton, sometimes a fatton
But always our man, I was always a fan
He fought the best, won and he lost, but in the end he was always the Boss
Our Rick Hatton, he was always our man, and now that he’s gone, he rests in Heaven.
But always our man, I was always a fan
He fought the best, won and he lost, but in the end he was always the Boss
Our Rick Hatton, he was always our man, and now that he’s gone, he rests in Heaven.
@charleyhullprv.bsky.social Get In! Well done you 👍🏻
September 14, 2025 at 8:09 PM
@charleyhullprv.bsky.social Get In! Well done you 👍🏻
@kemibadenochmp.bsky.social you truly think that your goal is votes over the future of humanity is good, and you can die later and not care about your children’s children? The worst of people alive, the absolute definition of a crap politician with no real plan just a click bait online waste.
August 31, 2025 at 6:49 PM
@kemibadenochmp.bsky.social you truly think that your goal is votes over the future of humanity is good, and you can die later and not care about your children’s children? The worst of people alive, the absolute definition of a crap politician with no real plan just a click bait online waste.
How to live: part one.
Stop blaming and start defending.
Don’t think what you read here is the law.
Stop blaming and start defending.
Don’t think what you read here is the law.
August 5, 2025 at 6:39 PM
How to live: part one.
Stop blaming and start defending.
Don’t think what you read here is the law.
Stop blaming and start defending.
Don’t think what you read here is the law.
@markcrossfield.bsky.social paused a Parfield vid to answer a call, and reckon this looks like a great poster for a Lockey film, maybe with a tagline of ‘He swore he’d never leave it short again’ or similar…
August 4, 2025 at 1:37 PM
@markcrossfield.bsky.social paused a Parfield vid to answer a call, and reckon this looks like a great poster for a Lockey film, maybe with a tagline of ‘He swore he’d never leave it short again’ or similar…
@stephenking.bsky.social long, and I mean Cujo first book long, time fan. Read everything multiple time, but I’ve always wondered what happened next for Flagg, from his PoV. Would love thoughts and ideas.
July 30, 2025 at 6:07 PM
@stephenking.bsky.social long, and I mean Cujo first book long, time fan. Read everything multiple time, but I’ve always wondered what happened next for Flagg, from his PoV. Would love thoughts and ideas.
I think I’ll put a short story up every day of July, if that works?
June 29, 2025 at 3:49 PM
I think I’ll put a short story up every day of July, if that works?
Nature and beauty
June 8, 2025 at 2:02 PM
Nature and beauty
Reposted
The world we do nothing about
February 23, 2025 at 6:08 PM
The world we do nothing about
The world we do nothing about
February 23, 2025 at 6:08 PM
The world we do nothing about
‘Prince’ Andrew
December 14, 2024 at 3:31 PM
‘Prince’ Andrew
Not all fruit is good for you….
November 25, 2024 at 3:51 PM
Not all fruit is good for you….