Veilbound City: Myths & Legends - Drafts
What happens when a story doesn't want to stay still?
These are not finished tales - they are sketches, branches grown from the same root.
One shared beginning, then endless possibilities. I follow instinct, emotion, imbalance - chasing the right tone, the right pull between characters. Some versions end softly. Others explode.
They're not meant to be perfect.
Just true.
Just... free.
And somewhere, between all the fragments, the real story might be waiting.
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A whisper from the pages:
"And when we finally break apart, chests heaving and skin slick with sweat, I know something has changed irrevocably between us. I brush the back of my hand along your cheek. You're so soft... so calm. The total opposite of me. Except for one thing - we're both real. In what we do, in what we feel. Just raw instinct, you and me... even if we show it in different ways."
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This is a story-chat I created with an AI.
