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Where lived experience meets the sacred, unseen threads weave life, love, and wonder.

It's All in the Eyes

It's All in the Eyes

I chase a phantom across spacer-zones, burning every spare Grison just to see her eyes again. Once met, never forgotten—hope and gravity pull me through the impossible, back and forth,...

It's All in the Eyes

I chase a phantom across spacer-zones, burning every spare Grison just to see her eyes again. Once met, never forgotten—hope and gravity pull me through the impossible, back and forth,...

His Time's Almost Up

His Time's Almost Up

He used to reign here, but now he just haunts.

His Time's Almost Up

He used to reign here, but now he just haunts.

Satan Falls

Satan Falls

Satan twists Truth to wound, but each strike exposes his fate. Stand firm in God’s Word, wear His armor, and meet deception with the sweetest, most nourishing fruit of Truth....

Satan Falls

Satan twists Truth to wound, but each strike exposes his fate. Stand firm in God’s Word, wear His armor, and meet deception with the sweetest, most nourishing fruit of Truth....

Pocker O’Gudder

Pocker O’Gudder

Pocker O’Gudder claims royal Gudderite lineage from a distant star, pointing randomly, though everyone knows the truth. Still, this kind skeletal fellow welcomes any moment of shared kindness.

Pocker O’Gudder

Pocker O’Gudder claims royal Gudderite lineage from a distant star, pointing randomly, though everyone knows the truth. Still, this kind skeletal fellow welcomes any moment of shared kindness.

Wooden Whispers

Wooden Whispers

She crafts magical earrings from glowing fungi and firefly squid, selling them at the river confluence for those who notice.

Wooden Whispers

She crafts magical earrings from glowing fungi and firefly squid, selling them at the river confluence for those who notice.

The Night Lurker

The Night Lurker

Under the boardwalk, long after everyone’s gone, he feasts on leftover scraps, sharpens discarded sticks, and writes love poems on greasy napkins, hiding his heart for strangers to find.

The Night Lurker

Under the boardwalk, long after everyone’s gone, he feasts on leftover scraps, sharpens discarded sticks, and writes love poems on greasy napkins, hiding his heart for strangers to find.