The book of John Doe
You sit before your desk, the candlelight trembling across the parchment. The ink gleams like spilled night. Continue Reading
Passages or chapters from novels
You sit before your desk, the candlelight trembling across the parchment. The ink gleams like spilled night. Continue Reading →
You do not eat the rest of the mushroom. Youtoss it aside, still glowing faintly in the night light. Continue Reading →
You hold the mushroom in your hand and breathe in its faint, metallic scent. It feels alive beneath your palm, pulsing as though the stream itself has poured into it. Continue Reading →
The Emperor’s advisors arrived at dawn, not with the pomp I expected, but with the calm confidence of men accustomed to shaping empires from within. Continue Reading →
The summary of your path: Revenge
You chose to look backward rather than forward — Continue Reading →
he night is thick with cold. You refuse the oar and the net. When the elders bring the carved bones to cast your fate, you bow your head, letting the shadow of Odyn fall upon you. Continue Reading →
Dawn breaks over the village, gray light spilling across the water and streets like a cold promise Continue Reading →
Before dawn, the stillness of the night shattered. The roar rolled over the cliffs like thunder: a sound so immense it seemed to shake the foundations of the city itself. You bolted upright, heart hammering, and ran to the nearest tower Continue Reading →
The magus inclines her head, almost imperceptibly, as if conceding—but her eyes never leave yours. Continue Reading →
The sound of boots on stone shatters the silence.
Metal clinks — swords drawn. Voices rise from the corridor. Continue Reading →