by strangeyarn.vrgl
An individual realm among many. One amongst an uncountable. Like a lone bubble within a stripe of seafoam upon the waves breaking ashore. Churning in the aether. Devouring the primal od of creation. You are very much alive. I watch you with expectant eyes. I am certain that the story of your people will fascinate. Not just me, but surely them. Hearken. I will be the one to speak your fairy tale. As I have with many. A page within this boundless library I inhabit. A thread within the grand tapestry I bear witness. And so, flourish— Se’vum.
| # | Title | Words |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | [#001] From Beneath the Fathoms | — |
| 2 | [#002] Inquiry I | — |
| 3 | [#003] Inquiry II | — |
| 4 | [#004] Inquiry III | — |
| 5 | [#005] Inquiry IV | — |
