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Wail of Whales
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Ongoing, First published Jul 25
Mature
Why does a whale wail?
Because in the vast silence of a dying world, it still hopes someone is listening.

Hunted by kingdoms, haunted by memories, and constantly watched by ancient eyes. Our whales trudge through this world despite the waves pushing back.

But beneath the rot and ruin, something still calls-soft as starlight, heavy as grief.

A home.

Not the one they lost, but the one they might yet build before time runs out.

This is a story about those who remember death-
and choose, again and again, to keep living.

And of a whale who wails, still hoping to be heard.
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