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Intramythology

From one neither something or nothing, the wish of community makes something where all was boundless.

TALESTUCK

Will you wait for me When I spread thin and far When I'm out of grasp? We are close and far apart

Will you forgive, will you forget As I wander and can't provide? Can you stand my fleeting presence Something nobody can hold down?

"There are none at all, I must create one," said the wanderer under the limitless sky.

Those are bound to be written and rewritten as needed, as nothing is set in stone. This is not a linear story able to be easily told through a sole book or piece of media, but a folklore, bound to grow and change with its people.

Myths

White Noise

Blurbs

Of the sky, of the mountains

Miscelaneous

I never saw you, but you were always there. You called me, and I was there for you.

We made and opened many doors. Behind them, there were many worlds. Ones you and I could live in. Ones full of stories worth living.

You saw me as perfect, even though unfinished. You never saw a flaw, I was your everything. The name you called for protection. The name you called for help.

I never saw you. You were always there. You were there. It was all you.

I woke up. I don't remember much. Who am I? Do I exist?

[ * A young child falls into what one would think to be their oblivion. Their body, however, is met with golden flowers, softening the fall. ]

[ * Though they are irresponsive, it appears that they are still breathing. What is their name? ]