There is a version of me I can still feel,but no longer reach. She lingers in small things—in the way I almost respond to my own name,in the reflex of old habits that don’t quite fit anymore,in memories that feel closer than they should. Not gone.Not here.Just… suspended. I don’t think people talk enough about …
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Entry 03: If My Body Could Speak BackTranslation / Aftermath I don’t really wake up. Not all at once. It’s more like I get pulled back into my body in pieces. One part of me is already here. Another part is still gone somewhere I can’t reach. And I can feel the gap before I …
Entry 02: It Learns My ShapeManifestation / Confrontation It doesn’t start like something arriving. It starts like something I was already inside of before I realized I was awake. That’s the part I hate most. The noticing after. My body always knows first. Before I do. Before I can name anything. There’s this shift—small, almost …
Entry 01: 3:07AMWhat My Mind Sounds Like at 3AM I wake up before anything has the chance to. No sound.No light.No reason that makes sense. Just a feeling—already there.Waiting. It starts as pressure.Not outside. Inside.Behind my eyes. Under my ribs. In places that don’t have names until something goes wrong. I don’t move. If I …
I’m currently looking for a small group of thoughtful beta readers for my upcoming anthology. This collection explores: 🌙 Memory and identity🌫 Liminal spaces🖤 Mental health through metaphor✨ Emotional depth and immersive atmosphere The pieces are introspective, symbolic, and layered. I’m looking for readers who engage thoughtfully with tone, pacing, emotional resonance, and clarity. Founding …
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Some spaces are loud.Some are crowded.Some are built to be consumed quickly and forgotten just as fast. The Voidbound Collective is not one of those places. It exists in the space between—between games and stories, between structure and chaos, between who you are when you log in and who you become when you create. This …
Not fireworks. Not applause.Just a soft internal shift where the world clicks into a new position and you realize: I did it. Today, I can finally say something I’ve been carrying inside me for a long time: I published my first two novellas on Kindle. These stories have lived quietly in me for years, waiting …
You don’t remember the hallway starting. You only remember realizing you were already in it. The air is wrong. Too still. It presses against your skin like warm glass. Your footsteps make no sound. You try again — harder — and the silence swallows that too. The absence of noise is louder than anything you’ve …
Every anxiety we project onto artificial intelligence feels suspiciously human. We fear being replaced because we already measure our worth in productivity.We fear losing control because control has always been fragile.We fear obsolescence because modern life quietly teaches us that value expires. AI didn’t invent those fears. It illuminated them. For centuries, intelligence was treated …
Your face is no longer entirely yours. It exists as data — captured in photos, videos, security footage, social media archives. It can be scraped, modeled, animated, reproduced. Someone across the world can generate your likeness without ever meeting you. They can make you speak words you never said. They can place you in scenes …
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