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At the threshold of our accelerating future.
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Last night I forgot my real name. Someone called my name in the real world, but it sounded like the wrong word, like mispronunciation.

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November 28, 2025 at 8:37 AM
She knows tomorrow she’ll sit through another status meeting, nodding politely, typing numbers that don’t matter. But tonight, the echo of battle still rings in her bones.

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November 28, 2025 at 2:16 AM
Corrosive Syntax
(audiobook)

A collection of short stories spanning (post)cyberpunk and weird fiction.

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November 27, 2025 at 1:37 PM
November 27, 2025 at 2:20 AM
The battle is over, the quest node dissolves into embers. In the reflection of a shop window, the giant orc heaves in sync with the small human frame beneath.

Lorebound - AVRPG
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November 26, 2025 at 11:18 AM
New release: Lorebound - AVRPG
/ Dungeon Drone / Cinematic Ambient / RPG Soundscapes /

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November 25, 2025 at 2:23 PM
A/V set with SOUND2次元
for Enter the Void III
November 24, 2025 at 7:29 AM
Throughout the centuries there have been various outbreaks of wraith possession. And it is significant, I think, that wherever Lore spreads, the assault of those evil powers upon our chosen avatars is kept in abeyance. Only Lore teaching has the ability to keep these manifestations under control.
November 24, 2025 at 2:40 AM
“But when it comes to Lore we learn the truth. Here reality is set before us- the world as it really is. When we strip off all the illusion, we find it is exactly what the Lore records it to be. Here is where our perspectives are set straight, here is where our dreams become real.”
November 23, 2025 at 11:04 AM
Skunkworx & Azael - Synthetic Affection [unreleased]

Visual for Enter the Void III
November 23, 2025 at 5:48 AM
November 21, 2025 at 6:20 PM
The Nu-Tropix lounge was all bioluminescent orchids and mirrored surfaces. The maître d' scanned our retinas with a device that made my optic implant spasm. Sarah's laugh tinkled like breaking glass as she ordered dishes that cost more than my liver.
November 21, 2025 at 11:25 AM
When the cloud peels back, layer by layer, that’s when the edges blur.
November 19, 2025 at 7:05 PM
They filed out into the dead air. The Hypnal fled like a truck leaving an abattoir. Conway knew the ritual. He turned his back, sending the drones ahead like mechanical ghosts, their scanners painting the hollow buildings.
November 19, 2025 at 2:53 PM
Conway pointed at the structure dominating the skyline, maybe five clicks north. "We're not sure, but it's in that mall. And it has something HQ wants." He let the silence hang for a beat, the rain hissing around them. "Here's a little surprise for you boys: this is an internal contract."
November 19, 2025 at 2:36 AM
Kent climbed the cracked steps and waited for the city to forget him. His AR mantle shimmered into existence. Faint glyphs appeared, each one a shortcut to a spell he’d built from old city APIs and dead code. Above him a demonic figure began to form. Kent tapped the quest icon.
November 18, 2025 at 6:51 PM
Ava kept seeing herself twice — once in glass, once in light. The reflection lagged by half a breath, a known glitch since the update. The Elvish temple ahead flickered as it loaded into view.
November 18, 2025 at 3:52 AM
She didn’t look up when he passed. The hollows under her eyes were darker today, the skin stretched tighter over her cheekbones. A stain on her collar, pale pink. He pretended not to notice.
November 18, 2025 at 3:15 AM
I didn’t answer. The mark was slumped in the corner, breathing shallow. Too shallow. I checked the pocket nurse attached to the mark: no alarms, but something was wrong. His pupils were fixed, unresponsive. Not sedated. Blank.
November 18, 2025 at 12:55 AM
The subway was full of ghosts. Faces lit by the weak glow of AR lenses. The woman opposite sat strangely. Her lens flickered, her left iris freezing mid-blink, the pupil fuzzed with static and then dilated to an impossible pin-prick. AZ wanted to vomit.
November 17, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Rook stood in the doorway of what had once been a temple, his breath suffocated by the stale air. The jade plating on his skull ached with the cold of the sacremental. They’d told him the mutagen was a weapon that would quash Hóng Wù and halt the rebellions.
November 17, 2025 at 3:07 PM