This is where 'what if' questions become code, stories, and experiments. Weekly chapters of dystopian fiction and middle-grade magical realism, occasional short stories, prototypes and essays, or sarcastic label design. Want permission?
Lyrical, mythic fantasy shaped by silence, rhythm, and memory. The stories walk the knife-edge, where names carry weight, blades remember, and reckoning arrives quietly. This is Caerwyn, where prophecy whispers, and not all who vanish are lost.
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