The Forgotten Melody – December 4, 2024
The thing is mostly teeth and decay, half-swallowed by vines.
The thing is mostly teeth and decay, half-swallowed by vines.
The ducks are swimming in perfect hexagons tonight, which is never a good sign.
Images that just didn’t make the cut in November 2024.
The castle maintenance budget is a joke. Literally.
The barista’s thoughts are fuchsia today, all spiky and caffeinated. They stab into my temples like tiny disco lights.
“Jules! You need to see this!” Marcus’s voice echoes through the limestone passage, bouncing off walls that haven’t heard human sounds in… well, maybe ever.
The thing about being a guardian of imaginary friends is that you have to be very patient. And sturdy.
The ice cap calves another segment into the copper-colored sea, and I log it in my report.