Beyond the Realm of Words

Beyond the Realm of Words

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Fantasy
"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you" 「Maya Angelou, 'I Know Why The Caged Birds Sings' 」 When an idea begins to form, and your mind starts to whir with all the possibilities, that is when stories are created. They exist eternally in that magical realm where anything can happen. It is the place where ideas take root and imagination begins to fly. It is the place where the words written on paper are a more powerful ally than any kingdom, or army in existence. And it began with a thought. It shall end with a thought. That is what this world is. This is the place 'Beyond the Realm of Words.' * Short stories that seep into my imagination and take on a life of their own. * 「Cover made by @Kai_Saeki」
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(STILL BEING WRITTEN) In the beginning, there was only one world. Our world. Our home. But everything changed when the Maker vanished. With their absence, our world unraveled. Order crumbled, and destruction ensued. Without guidance, without hope, chaos reigned. And so, to salvage what remained and to prevent us from ripping each other apart, the realms were torn apart-separated for our survival. As long as the World Tree stood, our worlds coexisted in harmony, distant yet connected. But nothing in this universe lasts forever. The World Tree is dying. Its roots are withering, its strength is fading, and the fruits of creation are disappearing. The Collide is coming, and there is nothing we can do to stop it. But yet, even as fate looms over us, we refuse to surrender. This is our home-our heaven and our hell. We will not stand by and watch it fade. We will fight. We will endure. Because no matter what, our world is not yet lost...

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