“The little mouse looked up at the models on the shelf, as if it had wandered into an ancient shrine, to its eyes, those towering plastic figures might well be the gods once revered by the giant beings of ages past.”

On a desolate battlefield, dilapidated buildings scattered all around. A damaged mech stood silently, bearing the scars of countless battles. Next to it, a wounded soldier sat, determined to make a final stand

"I like to get up early for a cup of coffee"

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"What did you say?"

At the moment the traveler stepped into the journey’s end, the ground beneath them split apart, and the coins from the treasure chest scattered across the land, awakening the slumbering dragon. It opened its eyes and gazed upon the intruder with silent majesty.

The machine isn’t broken, it has simply fallen into a long dream.

Thank you! I’ve been experimenting with panel storytelling this year, so I’m really happy it’s coming across well.

In the first lesson, the mentor did not teach him how to control magic.

She used the book as a gate, letting her apprentice see that knowledge could become the sea, become the stars, and also become the light within his heart.

He never returned from that battle. As the years passed, time took his flesh and blood,leaving only bones and vines entwined around him and the dragon’s remains, like statues sealed within myth, a silent hero and his nemesis once left their legend here.