They are very good at playing.
They exist in the liminal spaces, where the world holds its breath between moments. You don’t see them, not truly, but you feel their touch. They are the unseen artists, …
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Mastering the Cobra Grip, The Confusion of the Snake’s Prickles
The chalk dust hung in the air, a phantom mist over the bouldering gym. Elara, forearms screaming, glared at the hold. It was deceptively small, a mere crimp of synthetic …
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Stark against the asphalt’s utilitarian grey, a binary heartbeat on the city’s pulse, I lie. More than mere paint, more than just a set of instructions, I am the Zebra …
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