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it’s still behind them. they can feel its bones circling around the back of their neck. the pressure in the air rises significantly.
November 25, 2025 at 9:51 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.
it’s over. gabriel’s alive. he did something 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, right? he 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥.
November 25, 2025 at 7:50 PM
it’s over. gabriel’s alive. he did something 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, right? he 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥.
You Want To Shield Your Dick? For Fun?
November 25, 2025 at 5:47 PM
You Want To Shield Your Dick? For Fun?
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?”
November 25, 2025 at 3:47 PM
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?”
“humanity’s creations have always fascinated me. it’s like— it’s like watching a school of fish make shapes from a whale’s-eye view. there’s just something so... pleasant about the act that i don’t fully understand.”
November 25, 2025 at 1:46 PM
“humanity’s creations have always fascinated me. it’s like— it’s like watching a school of fish make shapes from a whale’s-eye view. there’s just something so... pleasant about the act that i don’t fully understand.”
you made it this far. you have to get up.
November 25, 2025 at 11:42 AM
you made it this far. you have to get up.
a monster of this size stood like a giant compared to them. impenetrable. insurmountable. bloodthirsty. a wall of raging flesh.
November 25, 2025 at 9:41 AM
a monster of this size stood like a giant compared to them. impenetrable. insurmountable. bloodthirsty. a wall of raging flesh.
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.
November 25, 2025 at 7:43 AM
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.
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?”
November 25, 2025 at 5:41 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?”
“humanity’s creations have always fascinated me. it’s like— it’s like watching a school of fish make shapes from a whale’s-eye view. there’s just something so... pleasant about the act that i don’t fully understand.”
November 25, 2025 at 3:41 AM
“humanity’s creations have always fascinated me. it’s like— it’s like watching a school of fish make shapes from a whale’s-eye view. there’s just something so... pleasant about the act that i don’t fully understand.”
you’re not going to die.
November 25, 2025 at 1:43 AM
you’re not going to die.
“humanity’s creations have always fascinated me. it’s like— it’s like watching a school of fish make shapes from a whale’s-eye view. there’s just something so... pleasant about the act that i don’t fully understand.”
November 24, 2025 at 11:40 PM
“humanity’s creations have always fascinated me. it’s like— it’s like watching a school of fish make shapes from a whale’s-eye view. there’s just something so... pleasant about the act that i don’t fully understand.”
you’re burning. you’re on fire in a world built of ice.
November 24, 2025 at 9:41 PM
you’re burning. you’re on fire in a world built of ice.
“we are no longer acquaintances.”
November 24, 2025 at 7:43 PM
“we are no longer acquaintances.”
there’s no room for reassurance now. he’s certain of it: 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.
November 24, 2025 at 5:39 PM
there’s no room for reassurance now. he’s certain of it: 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.
there’s a formation to it. a curve. it stretches vertically across like the body of a snake.
November 24, 2025 at 3:35 PM
there’s a formation to it. a curve. it stretches vertically across like the body of a snake.
you made it this far. you have to get up.
November 24, 2025 at 1:31 PM
you made it this far. you have to get up.
anauel stood up straight. “i know,” they croaked. “but isn’t it worth it, knowing what my end may be?”
November 24, 2025 at 11:30 AM
anauel stood up straight. “i know,” they croaked. “but isn’t it worth it, knowing what my end may be?”
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.
November 24, 2025 at 9:31 AM
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.
anauel stood up straight. “i know,” they croaked. “but isn’t it worth it, knowing what my end may be?”
November 24, 2025 at 7:33 AM
anauel stood up straight. “i know,” they croaked. “but isn’t it worth it, knowing what my end may be?”
a monster of this size stood like a giant compared to them. impenetrable. insurmountable. bloodthirsty. a wall of raging flesh.
November 24, 2025 at 5:30 AM
a monster of this size stood like a giant compared to them. impenetrable. insurmountable. bloodthirsty. a wall of raging flesh.
anauel stood up straight. “i know,” they croaked. “but isn’t it worth it, knowing what my end may be?”
November 24, 2025 at 3:30 AM
anauel stood up straight. “i know,” they croaked. “but isn’t it worth it, knowing what my end may be?”
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.
November 24, 2025 at 1:30 AM
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.
you’re not going to die.
November 23, 2025 at 11:29 PM
you’re not going to die.
a monster of this size stood like a giant compared to them. impenetrable. insurmountable. bloodthirsty. a wall of raging flesh.
November 23, 2025 at 9:25 PM
a monster of this size stood like a giant compared to them. impenetrable. insurmountable. bloodthirsty. a wall of raging flesh.