Chantless Writer

@chantless.bsky.social

human rights advocate (like, the least we can do) || forever supporting small and new creators may the world be a little bit kinder

At dusk, the books unfold paper wings, fluttering toward the attic’s highest shelf. Their spines hum lullabies in forgotten dialects, while the librarian—a spectacled owl—sorts tales by the weight of their sighs.

it seems to me that words hold deeper meaning the first time they are said i tirelessly write from my lived experience how dare my words be flagged artificial i swear i’ve written these words for the first time why must i prove my words to be mine?

The fungus glows faintly—a cold light. She marvels at its defiance, thriving where even sunlight is a myth. A drip of water lands on her shoulder, and she imagines it as a tear from the world above. Does the sky mourn its children, or has it already forgotten they exist?

Vaelros@vaelise.bsky.social · 2y ago

The libraries of Celestial Peaks crumble, their spines cracked, words bleeding into dust. Vaelros sifts through brittle pages, hunting the wisdom of his ancestors. He knows the weight of these relics, their fragility a reminder: nothing is eternal, not even the empire that once kissed the heavens.

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