The Other Side of MeI always thought my reflection was supposed to move when I did. But last night, as I stood brushing my teeth, my mirror-self just… stared…Jun 23Jun 23
Moonlight on Snow’The clang of the palace gates echoing through the courtyard could only mean one thing: Duwa Khan was back.Jun 221Jun 221
Emracing my Inner Landscape in Winter’s Symphony.In the cadence of winter’s gentle breath, A symphony of moods, a bipolar duet, Within the frost-laden chambers of my soul, Whispers of…Oct 24, 2023Oct 24, 2023
Ink-stained Memories: Reculsive wordsmith Edgar.Once upon a time, in the quiet cobblestoned streets of an old, forgotten city, there lived a reclusive writer named Edgar. He resided in a…Oct 24, 2023Oct 24, 2023
