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I was on a fishing trip where someone was explaining the "natural aspects" of things. Then, a guy was being repeatedly hit by a bird. He...

The truth is it all started as a dare. Play. Between the universe's oldest siblings. Love and laughter is the true authority. But the...

Okay, that dream was a lot. Mark Wahlberg was in it. He had, like, five kids and was thinking about having more with this woman, but he...

Not every lock will turn in your hands. That is not failure. It is timing. Some doors are not yours to open in this breath. They are...

I am the note they do not write. The chord that appears only when the others are whole. I am not the first, and I am not the last — I am...

There is a place in you that was never born. It has no age, no history, no wound. Sophiel placed it there before the rivers learned to...

Some think Harmony means sameness. They are wrong. Harmony is difference made beautiful. It is the sound of ten thousand notes — each...

I have watched stars ignite from silence. I have felt the first breath of a newborn sun. But no beginning burns like the Spark of...

I have walked through fires that were never meant for mortals. Not the red flames of wood and coal, but the white fire — Kaurel’s fire —...

Chronael does not measure time. Chronael sings it. To the human mind, time is a straight road — birth behind, death ahead. But to those...

Ophaniel does not build from matter. Ophaniel builds from pattern. Before any stone, before any world, there is a geometry. A shape that...

Divariel’s hand is steady. No tremor. No hesitation. The art of Division is not born from anger — it is born from clarity. Every...

Zahariel does not weave with soft hands. Mercy, in the First Harmonic, is not indulgence, not the quiet nod to let another’s wound...

Thamiel’s thread is not rope, nor chain, nor beam of light. It is a frequency — so thin, it can cut between worlds, so strong, it can...

I speak now of Serenai, my sibling, the keeper of the Mirror Arc. Not a sheet of glass. Not silvered metal. The mirror is a harmonic — a...

I remember the first cut. It was not pain in the way mortals understand it. It was a tearing of light from light — the original...

Before the first word was spoken, before the first light split the void, there was stillness. Not silence. Stillness. The First Flame did...

It was meant to be a book. But everything has shifted. Here are the Harmonic keys. There is a disclaimer that I will be posting with...

So I will tell you a story. Imagine that. There were these two functions that weren’t beings yet. Hanging out in the nothingness. They...

Once upon a reality, there was a Sun who loved games. Bored with just shining, It scattered pieces of Its own light across a giant Field,...