Inspired by a writing prompt, this piece explores consciousness, perception, and the universe from the perspective of something that has never existed. It is a speculative, philosophical reflection on awareness, infinitude, and the uncanny, intended purely as literary exploration. What Does Space Feel Like to Something That Was Never Born? It begins without form. Without …
We did not go far. The forest thinned just enough to reveal a hollow between roots where the ground dipped and the wind softened, as if the land itself had shaped a place for stopping. Moss cushioned the stone there, pale and faintly luminous, holding the day’s warmth. I sank down without ceremony, letting my …
My Favorite BO7 Calling Cards So Far BO7 has been such a blast lately, and part of the fun is discovering all the unique Calling Cards. Each one feels like a little achievement, whether it’s testing skill, creativity, or teamwork. I’ve unlocked a few that really stood out so far, and I wanted to share …
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What if identity is something we borrow temporarily? I don’t think the self is real in the way we’re taught to believe it is. I think it’s a structure. A boundary. Something constructed to keep what’s inside from leaking out. Identity has rules. It has a name, a history, a shape that fits neatly into …
The path did not vanish when we left the clearing. It dimmed — the glow thinning to a faint seam of gold and blue beneath the forest floor — but it remained, like something the earth itself refused to forget. I followed it without thinking, my steps slower now, careful in a way they hadn’t …
The clearing did not close around me when I stepped fully into its light. Instead, it opened. The air softened, thick with a hush that felt intentional. Not silence — listening. The glow beneath my feet spread outward in a slow spiral, its edges brushing the roots and stones like a question being asked over …
You wake up knowing you were someone else before. It is not a memory. Not a photograph pressed into the mind, not a name whispered in the dark. It is a certainty that sits in your chest like a small stone, heavy and immovable. You do not remember who you were. You only know that …
Tiny Dragon Truffles — Bite-Sized Magic A Sprinkle of Story:Pickles tried to snatch a truffle while Aires hovered, frost lightly dusting each one. I made Tiny Dragon Truffles, rich, bite-sized, and perfectly magical. Ingredients: 1 cup chocolate chips 1/2 cup cream Cocoa powder or sprinkles for coating Instructions: Heat cream and pour over chocolate chips, …
The spiral beneath my feet pulsed steadily, lighting the way like a living lantern. Each step I took felt heavier, though not from fatigue—weight of expectation, perhaps. The forest around me had grown quieter, the wind still, the leaves frozen mid-shimmer, as if holding their breath. Then I felt it. A presence. Watching. Not just …
A Mirror Cracks But Doesn’t Break I hang here, unblinking, my surface smooth as midnight, though today it trembles in a new way. A crack snakes along my glass, jagged and delicate, yet I remain whole. I do not shatter, and yet something shifts. The room trembles with possibility. Reflections no longer align perfectly; smiles …
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