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The Last Song of the HollowI don't know how long I've been... like this. I don't know how long it’s been since the skies turned red and the wind stopped smelling like rain. Time feels thick, a syrup that sticks to my claws and gums and won't wash away. But I remember the music. My kind loved music. We used to fill the forests with howls and whispers, weaving songs into the branches, and into the air. We sang because we had to. Because without it, we would’ve disappeared a long time ago.Now I’m the only one singing.At least, I think I am.Dayl...
Date unknown. I write not out of clarity, but necessity. A compulsion gnaws at me, one I cannot name, only obey. The sky today is bruised with storm clouds. The air carries the tang of ozone, yet no rain falls. It’s strange how I notice these details; they’re as familiar to me as the lines of my hands, yet they do not comfort me. I walk. Always walk. Endless cities, barren fields, mountains that scrape the belly of the heavens—all pass under my feet. Yet each place feels like a half-forgotten dream, vague and fleeting. I have no ...
The fog felt like a curtain drawn over the world, thick and unyielding. It smothered the Whitechapel streets in ghostly shrouds, muting every sound except for the echo of my own hesitant steps. A dog barked somewhere—ragged and distant, swallowed by the mist. The scent of wet stone, pipe smoke, and stale beer clung to the air. As I walked, a shiver slid down my spine, though it had nothing to do with the cold. I should have turned back. But retreat was impossible. Not tonight. The memories pressed too hard, a suffocating weight I couldn’t be...
“Pst....pst....” I glanced over at the man sitting opposite me with a quizzical expression. The dim lighting and my choice of a secluded corner in the otherwise bustling pub only heightened the mystery surrounding this unknown figure, shrouded in a tattered robe, as he tried to capture my attention. ...
They hated each other. Profoundly, irrevocably, and with a passion that would make a supernova jealous. Dr. Evelyn "Eve" Cartwright, a brilliant but utterly self-absorbed astrophysicist, and Colonel Rex "Rhino" Ramirez, a gruff, old-school military man, were the yin and yang of human incompatibility. Eve, with her penchant for obscure equations and disdain for anything remotely practical, saw Rhino as a Neanderthal with a uniform. Rhino, in turn, viewed Eve as a walking, talking, highly intelligent threat to the sanctity of common sens...
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