Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.
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Crown of Wheat, Crown of Thorns
In a land where sorrow takes root like a sickness, even hope can wither.
Liora has always carried her crown o...
The machine with a rose covered he...
this is a old short story I wrote on May 19th 2023. To A. I'm so sorry. I'm happy for you. But I'll live with...