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The dead man began his story: “Once there was a man named Sisyphus who kept a beautiful farm, full of fertile, black soil (this was after he had decided to let the boulder roll away long ago). As he expanded his land, he excavated a beautiful assortment of statues made

The Grave-Keeper reached down and pulled the dead man from his grave — the grave they had just dug for him. The dead man brushed the neutrinos off his vest and spoke, even though his jaw was unhinged on one side. “Thanks for that. Though, I suppose it was your fault

The Grave-Keeper dangled their arm out a window in the not-car. Solar winds brushed against their face as they pushed the pedal to the floor. It had been some time since they’d cruised the Celestial Highway, a long time since they’d made time just for themself. The Highway

“I climbed what seemed an endless staircase and, right when I was about to give up, found myself atop the lighthouse. I’m not sure what I expected to see, for a thick fog obscured anything further than a few feet from my face. I watched as the rotating spotlight

If one achieves Oneness, all achieve Oneness. If one goes astray, all go astray.

Upon my hillsides, aspen trees stand vigil. Much like the mountain itself, these trees see all. Many minds link as one. Why do they shiver? What causes them to quake so? Something prowls the cliffs and crags beyond the forests, something the trees are smart enough to fear. A cold

Antwohnette’s feet fall heavy in the snow. Ka-chunk, Ka-chuck — each step has two points of impact: the initial step and the sinking as the snow gives way. Caliban, meanwhile, effortlessly trots along beside her, weaving among the trees. His black feet offer harsh contrast against the white. “How do

Joni Evers curls her feet up to balance on the wooden seat of an old metal stool. She leans forward, resting her elbows on the workbench and scribbles numbers into a spreadsheet detailing parts, order numbers, and invoices. The jangle of the Auto Shop’s bell disrupts Joni’s emerging

If you encounter a faery on a stroll through the woods, chances are you may be challenged to a faery game — like berry picking. Winning such a game might convince the faery to endow you with the power to heal, but such ability always comes with a caveat…

We Dive with our souls, our entire being, into cosmic waters, imperfectly striving towards Enlightenment, believing that our devotion and rigorous pursuit of cosmic truth will lead if not us, then our descendants to Oneness.

YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE. Spooked from his hiding spot behind a particularly large bush, Todd found himself face-to-face with the phantom he had been tracking around town for the last few days. The phantom towered over him, and he noticed that their unblinking, metallic-gold eyes had no

Bradley Teague waits at the front counter inside Mountain’s Bounty, a General Store nestled in downtown Healing Springs. He rings the bell on the counter. “Be right with you,” a voice echoes from the storeroom in the back. Bradley smiles to himself, thumbing the bag of Fungo Squares on

The Great Barrier is, in truth, not a barrier but an ocean. It is not that which blocks passage, but instead that which is the final form all consciousness will assume.

“Fox, do you think there is a place beyond these fields?” the phantom had asked one day, a time long before Reapers had dominated the Golden Fields. “I’ve spent my entire life here and haven’t found an edge,” the fox had answered, eyes glinting with something sharp and

Caliban darts between golden stalks. He knew it would come to this, he just knew it. His small, agile frame is hard to track in the dark, but he still worries the rustling grass will give his position away. Not much farther now, he thinks to himself. He bursts into