Whales live in a post-apocalypse. The oldest of them still remember a time before, the thriving exchange of stories and dances, a society caught between the abyss below and eternity above. Now, the ocean is a lonely place. All their songs are old, and they only hope to survive.

@QuietPineTrees “Heroes, monsters, that sort of thing,” Feldspar says. “Every culture has its own local myths and stories, but some are universal. The Crimson Prince, snow painters, Queen Delea. I’ll help you pick something out, Firefies, presuming we get back to the Lodge before Masquenight.”

11 supernovae, spread throughout the sky, each one guiding me to new lands and loves, playing with the constellations and scattering the zodiac, to remind me that even the glorious lights in the heavens are changeable, impermanent, should I even start to mistake them for divinity

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On the 12th day of Christmas, the pine trees gave to me, 12 lumps of charcoal, the dark eyes of a dozen snowmen, to keep with me through every season, so when winter comes again and their bodies are remade, they will already know my weakness and fear, and forgive me for both

On the 12th day of Christmas, the pine trees gave to me, 12 lumps of charcoal, the dark eyes of a dozen snowmen, to keep with me through every season, so when winter comes again and their bodies are remade, they will already know my weakness and fear, and forgive me for both

@QuietPineTrees You brought everything you need. Red ginger. North arrowroot. Quartz moss. You mix them into a thick paste, with a bit of honey. Nerii likes sweets. She perks up after the first bite. “Thank you! I feel… amazing!” “You’re more prepared than you were before,” Feldspar observes.

@QuietPineTrees Nerii leads you to a shallow cave on the leeward side of a hill. You find a sandy spot and spread out your bedrolls. Nerii immediately climbs into hers. “Don’t you want some food, dear?” Elegy asks. She wraps herself up tightly. “Yes, thank you, but I want to be warm first!”

@QuietPineTrees “Oh!” Nerii says, clearly surprised that she’s being asked at all. “Uh… Well, High Lake is inside a cave in the foothills. There’s a small town nearby, where you can buy lake water or go swimming, for a price. The Wisdom Path starts there, and leads up into the Eon Mountians.”

@QuietPineTrees She sighs. “Alright, follow me.” Bola leads you back up to the big map in the main hall. It’s finished now, and Nerii added your name beside hers for helping. “Diz took his team to High Lake,” Bola says. “But we don’t know where the magi led them.” You consider the map. “Nerii…”

@QuietPineTrees She laughs. “It’s an oil lamp! You’ll hold a cup upside-down in the flame to collect soot, to turn into paint! I mostly need lampblack, but with the right oils we can get all kinds of colors!” In just minutes, you’re sat at a table, gathering black carbon and chatting with Nerii.

She led him across ebony deserts, singing haunting songs. A mere figment in his dream, she had to be memorable to live again the next night.

Digital recreations of our lost loved ones were comforting at first. Each dying generation joined the last in an earthly electronic afterlife. Before long, the dead outnumbered the living. They demanded rights, formed voting blocs. We lived in a world made by, and for, ghosts.

I called her each morning so we could decide if the sunrise was real or generated. She would call me with a new song or book, and we’d debate whether it had a soul. Anything could be faked, so we reserved our emotions for that which was real. It was an exhausting way to live.

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I called her each morning so we could decide if the sunrise was real or generated. She would call me with a new song or book, and we’d debate whether it had a soul. Anything could be faked, so we reserved our emotions for that which was real. It was an exhausting way to live.

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Is the hour you got back from Daylight Saving Time not the same as the one it took? If you have any of these symptoms: • Loss of self • Missing tattoos • Ethereal leitmotif • A memory of loving someone passionately but now they don’t exist You may be entitled to compensation.

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Cameras saw everything, and software could bring even blurred details to focus, so corporations could track and guide every click and cent we could offer. So began the masquerade. We lived behind masks of silk and porcelain and glass. No fear was greater than that of being known.

Cameras saw everything, and software could bring even blurred details to focus, so corporations could track and guide every click and cent we could offer. So began the masquerade. We lived behind masks of silk and porcelain and glass. No fear was greater than that of being known.

Even popular magic gets lost to time. We used to know how to ward our children, to let them play outside with little to fear. It had something to do with street lights, and how their glow mingled with the setting sun. We forgot the rest. Other things were just more important.

Even popular magic gets lost to time. We used to know how to ward our children, to let them play outside with little to fear. It had something to do with street lights, and how their glow mingled with the setting sun. We forgot the rest. Other things were just more important.

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