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🌫 Dream Logic and Sonic Fog: How Dark Ambient Disorients the Mind Into Meaning . AI-Generated.
Dreams don’t make sense—but somehow they matter. A forest becomes a stairwell. A face becomes your childhood home. You wake up not remembering what happened, but knowing something happened.
By Yokai Circle7 months ago in Chapters
Along the Path I Once Trekked
You leave a place with hopes, and sometimes fears, and then somehow life circles you back through to bring a memory flickering as if you're meant to stop. Take a look around and gather whatever it was you lost sight of before. And in that, you come to learn that the road drops there. You push the brake pedal down slowly and the vehicle comes to a halt as your gaze rakes in what you missed before.
By Sai Marie Johnson7 months ago in Chapters
dear god… (3*)
Dear God, Thank you for gifting me a day of ease and pleasure with my new friend. I ask that you stay close to her over the coming weeks. She is standing at a crossroads between the darkness and you, and I want so much for her to choose you — to choose herself, her self-worth. She has such a big test in front of her, so much pain masked beneath many addictions, and I wish so deeply that she chooses the path to overcome them.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨7 months ago in Chapters
The Town That Woke Up Silent. AI-Generated.
One ordinary Monday, the town of Eldridge woke up to something strange—no sound. Not a whisper, not a footstep, not even the wind rustling the leaves. Phones worked, cars started, mouths moved… but no sound came out.People panicked. Some cried silently. Others laughed, thinking it was a prank or a nightmare. But 12-year-old Mia noticed something no one else did: the birds were gone.By evening, she found an old man scribbling in chalk on the street: “The Silence has come again. Find the Bell. Ring it before midnight.”With the town frozen in fear, Mia raced through the fog-covered hills to the old bell tower. The door was sealed. She kicked, scratched, and climbed until she reached the rope. It was frayed.As the clock struck 11:59, she leapt, grabbing the rope with all her weight. The bell rang once—low, metallic, and trembling.Then came the screams, the laughter, the dogs barking—all at once. Sound was back.But so was something else.The Bell had woken something ancient beneath the town… and it was listening.
By Hasnain Bacha7 months ago in Chapters
dear god…(4*)
Dear God, I dreamed last night of each of my parents. I was trying to explain immortality to them — that we are designed to be immortal, that death and disease are beliefs and patterns created from fear and ignorance. Neither would listen to me.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨7 months ago in Chapters
