splintered mirrors

splintered mirrors

Page 1
Introduction
Beneath the moon’s soft silver hue,Where ancient forests hum anew,A realm of shadows, light, and lore,Awaits beyond the twilight door.
The winds that kiss the trembling trees,Carry tales upon the breeze,Of dragons bound by runes of gold,And stars that sing of secrets old.
Through hidden veils and crystal streams,Lie echoes born of wanderers' dreams.The sky ignites with sapphire flame,As whispers call the lost by name.
Come, traveler, heed the beckoning tide,Let your spirit soar, your fears subside.This book, a key to worlds unseen,Where fables weave through lands serene.

page 2
The Threshold of Dreams

Step lightly now, the veil grows thin,Where mortal tales and myths begin.The soil beneath, a hallowed ground,With whispers ancient, yet profound.
The moonlit path winds far and steep,Through valleys hushed in shadowed sleep.A lantern glows with spectral light,To guide the bold through endless night.
Beware the charms of glistening streams,That murmur truths, or so it seems.Their waters hold the sky’s embrace,But trap the wanderer’s fleeting trace.
Above, the constellations wane,Each star a spark, a fleeting chain.They trace the tales of gods long past,And fade as time consumes them fast.
Oh seeker, pause! The gate looms near,Its carved runes speak of hope and fear.Dare you to cross and stake your claim,To dance with destiny, wild and untamed?

page 3
Shadows Unbound

Beneath the stars, the air turns chill,A creeping dread, an ancient will.The trees, now blackened spires of bone,Whisper words in a hollow tone.
The path you tread begins to shift,Its edges frayed, its heart adrift.A shadow stirs, its breath a sigh,A spectral form with a sightless eye.
The lantern’s glow begins to wane,Its flicker caught in a ghostly chain.A voice emerges, low and deep,"Beware the promises shadows keep."

The forest hums with unseen might,Each branch a claw, each leaf a blight.The roots entwine, a serpent’s grasp,Binding your feet with a silken clasp.
Yet in the dark, a secret lies,For those who dare to meet its eyes.The fear, though sharp, a fleeting bane—The key to truth resides in pain.
Oh traveler bold, will you retreat?Or face the dark where fates compete?The choice is yours, the cost untold,But fortune favors the hearts of gold.

Page 4
The Abyss Beckons

The forest breathes, a living snare,Its essence thick, a tainted air.Each step resounds, a hollow drum,A call to where the shadows come.
The lantern dies—a futile spark,Devoured whole by the encroaching dark.Your breath now clouds, cold whispers bite,An unseen watcher stalks the night.
A river churns with inky foam,Its depths a gate, its roar a poem."Forsake the path," its waters sing,"For here lies ruin, and none shall cling."
Above, the stars blink out in fear,One by one, they disappear.The sky, a void, a curtain drawn,A stage for horrors yet to spawn.
A distant bell begins to toll,A sound that shakes the weary soul.Its echoes twist the gnarled boughs,A hymn for those who’ve broken vows.

Then, from the dark, a shape takes form,A shifting mass, a creeping swarm.Eyes like embers, countless, red,Their gaze consumes all light and thread.
Oh brave one, halt—do not engage!For here lies death, its endless stage.Yet should you bow and yield your name,You’ll find the dark and you are the same.
For every ache and every fear,A gentle dawn is drawing near.Its light will paint the skies anew,With hope that shines just for you.
So lean into the quiet glow,And trust the love you’ve come to know.You’re not alone, you never were,The stars above are yours, for sure.
And when the darkness seems too long,Remember this—a steadfast song:You are enough, just as you are,A radiant soul, a rising star.
Rest now, sweet soul, and let it be,Tomorrow waits—a calm, vast sea.You’ll sail its tides with courage strong,And find your place where you belong.

page 5
Echoes of Forgotten Woes

The air now thick, a velvet veil,It cloaks the path, it tells the tale.Of realms forsaken, kingdoms lost,Where dreams were bound at too great a cost.
A thousand voices rise and fall,A mourning hymn, a spectral call.Their words are threads of fraying lore,Stitched in shadows, whispered once more.
"Turn back," they plead, "this way breeds dread,Where heroes falter, where hope has fled.The stones you tread were once alive,Now bound in silence, yet they strive."
A distant cry, forlorn, profound,Pierces through the haunted ground.Its echo weaves a shivering tune,A requiem sung beneath the moon.
Yet deeper still, a pulse takes hold,A steady thrum, ancient and bold.A power sleeps beneath this land,Its voice a tremor, its touch a hand.
Will you awaken what lies below,Or heed the warnings in their woe?The road ahead twists dark and steep,A choice awaits where shadows seep.

Page 6
The Maw of the Abyss

The path dissolves to jagged stone,A labyrinth carved from marrow and bone.The very air begins to writhe,A presence stirs, a force alive.
Beneath your feet, the ground does quake,A tremor born of something awake.Its breath is fire, its veins run deep,A hunger roused from ancient sleep.
The trees, now ash, reach clawing limbs,Their whispers turn to hollow hymns."Beware," they cry, "this cursed domain,Where shadows feast on fear and pain."
A fissure yawns, a gaping maw,Its depths defy both light and law.The darkness pulses, cold and vast,A void that reaches for your past.
And from the deep, a low, harsh groan,A voice of earth, of rock, of stone.It calls your name, it knows your core,A summons you cannot ignore.
The lantern shatters in your hand,Its light is consumed by this barren land.Now only courage lights your way,Through endless nights, through endless gray.
Ahead, a figure forged of flame,A keeper bound, without a name.Its molten eyes demand your truth,A sacrifice of heart, of youth.
The question hangs: will you descend?To meet the dark where stories end?Or will you falter, turn and flee,And leave this fate to mystery?
Here’s an extended continuation for pages 7 and 8, keeping the dark tone while weaving in new layers of danger and intrigue:

Page 7
The Keeper's Trial

The figure moves, a molten wraith,Its form aglow with searing faith.A guardian born of wrathful fire,Its voice a hymn, a cursed choir.
"Speak now, wanderer, name your quest,For none pass here without the test.This path demands a price in blood,A vow to stand against the flood."
Its gaze ignites the shadows near,A furnace built of doubt and fear.Your heart, it probes with unseen claws,Each secret laid to silent laws.
The ground ignites with runes that burn,A circle wrought where fates must turn."Choose, traveler, with steadfast heart:To bind, to break, or to depart."
Behind, the dark now seals its gate,Ahead, the fire decides your fate.The Keeper waits, its stance unmoved,A choice to make, your soul to prove.

Page 8
A Choice in Flames

The Keeper speaks with scorching breath,"Beware the path that leads to death.Beyond lies power, raw and wild,But claimed through means both cursed and vile."
The air itself begins to sear,The cost of choice made painfully clear.To bind the fire, you risk your soul,To break it means you’ll pay the toll.
The path to flee is fraught with shame,A coward’s end, an unlit flame.And so you stand, your heart a storm,A mortal caught in destiny’s form.
Then comes the sound, a dreadful chime,A clockwork toll, the pulse of time.The Keeper waits, its hand outstretched,Its fiery claws with hunger etched.
Will you endure the trial’s demand,And place your life within its hand?Or seek to forge another way,Where night consumes both light and day?
The flames grow high, the circle glows,The world beyond in silence slows.Your breath now still, your will stands taut—One moment more, one final thought.

Page 9
The Binding Flame

With trembling breath and steady gaze,The traveler steps through fire’s blaze."I choose to bind," the voice declares,"To take the risk that courage dares."
The Keeper bows, its molten frame,Its fiery eyes, a tempered flame."Then steel your heart, for bonds must hold;The fire’s wrath is fierce and cold."
The runes ignite, a circle’s snare,Their searing light splits sky and air.The traveler kneels, hands open wide,The Keeper’s claws press deep inside.
A jolt of heat, a screaming pain,The world dissolves, the body wanes.A binding forged of soul and fire,Both gift and curse to those who aspire.

The traveler rises, wreathed in flame,A living vessel with no name.Their veins now hum with molten power,A force reborn in this dark hour.

Page 10
The Keeper's Warning

"Beware," the Keeper’s voice resounds,"For fire devours what it surrounds.This gift you hold is wild, untamed,A double edge, both cursed and famed."
It steps aside, the path revealed,Through ashen lands where fate is sealed.The traveler turns, a silent nod,A fragile soul now touched by gods.
The air grows cold, the fire burns low,But in their heart, an ember glows.With every step, the burden grows clear,The flame is power, but forged by fear.
Ahead lies darkness, vast and deep,Where secrets wake and shadows creep.Yet through the void, the traveler stands,With fire bound to mortal hands.


Page 11
Fractured Reflections

I am the wind, I am the stone,A thousand voices, none my own.The fire burns, but I am cold,A hollow shell, a story told.
The path dissolves beneath my feet,Each step, a memory incomplete.The trees all blur, the sky unweaves,Reality falters, deceives, and grieves.
What is the self, a fleeting name?A spark extinguished within the flame.I feel the world, yet feel it not,A tether frayed, a soul forgot.
The stars above, they watch, they stare,As if I’m nothing, floating air.Do I exist? Or am I a trace,A shadow lost in endless space?


Page 12
A Hollow Echo

The fire within me whispers low,Its molten voice a cruel echo.“You chose the flame, you sought its might,But lost your form to endless night.”
I reach for thoughts I cannot find,The echoes hum within my mind.Who was I once? What name was mine?A fleeting shade in fractured time.
The world around me fades to gray,Its colors bled, its warmth decayed.I am the void, I am the haze,A dreamer lost in a shadowed maze.
And yet, a pulse, faint but near,A fragile beat, a thread of fear.It pulls me back, it keeps me whole,A quiet spark, a fragile soul.
The fire stirs, a fleeting glow,A piece of me it dares to show.Perhaps, in ash, new life may start,And forge anew this fractured heart.

Page 13
The Shattered Core

Who am I, if not this flame?A faceless wretch without a name.The heat inside, a stolen cry,Consumes the self I left to die.
The ground dissolves, the sky distorts,My mind a maze of broken courts.A thousand echoes clash and break,Each one a life I cannot take.
I reach for memories, soft and near,But grasp at shadows, fleeting, sheer.Their edges cut, their whispers sting,Yet offer no solace, no solid thing.
The fire mocks me, wild and vast,A voice entwined with a haunting past."Do you recall who walked before?Or have you lost the truth you swore?"

Page 14
Descent Into the Abyss

The world around me twists and writhes,A living shadow that connives.The trees now bend, their faces leer,Each branch a claw that feeds on fear.
The fire flickers, cold and dim,Its voice a hymn, a phantom’s hymn."You thought to bind me, foolish one,But I am chaos, I am undone."
I see my hands—they turn to dust,A fleeting shell, a fragile husk.The stars collapse, their light erased,The void consumes, a formless waste.
Yet somewhere deep, beneath the roar,A quiet spark, a hidden core.It trembles faint, a fragile beat,A final tether, incomplete.
But can it hold? Or will it break?Will I dissolve for fire’s sake?The question looms, it chills my breath,Am I alive, or shaped by death?

Page 15
The Glimmering Thread

From the void, a sound breaks through,A melody soft, yet clear and true.It weaves its way through shadowed haze,A golden thread in a labyrinth maze.
The fire recoils, its voice subdued,A fleeting silence, raw and crude."Who calls to you?" it hisses low,"This fragile echo—let it go."
But the thread persists, a steady pull,A song of light in darkness full.It speaks of moments, tender, small,Of laughter shared, of voices’ call.
A memory stirs, though blurred and faint,A touch of warmth, a loved one’s plaint.Their face obscured, yet presence near,A tethered bond that cuts through fear.

Page 16
A Soul Reclaimed

The traveler grasps, though fingers burn,To hold the thread, to twist, to turn.Each pull unravels fire’s snare,Each step restores the broken air.
The void resists, its shadows swell,The fire screams, a piercing knell."You cannot leave; you are my own,A part of ash, of earth, of stone."
But deeper still, the melody flows,Through molten veins, through embered throes.Its rhythm beats against the flame,A whispered song, a whispered name.
Then comes a voice, so soft, so clear:"Hold fast, dear soul, I’m always near.You are more than fire, more than fear,Come back to me, come back, my dear."
The fire dims, its fury tamed,Its edges blurred, its heat reframed.The traveler breathes, the thread holds tight,A lifeline cast through endless night.
And as the dark begins to wane,The traveler stands, renewed again.A piece reclaimed, a soul made whole,Anchored by love, a tethered goal.

Page 17
A Silence Too Loud

The air is still, the world turned gray,As if the light has slipped away.The trees bow low, their branches weep,For memories now buried deep.
Your name, a whisper in the breeze,A fleeting sound, a ghost that teases.I call to you, but there’s no reply,Just echoes lost beneath the sky.
The earth feels colder where you once stood,The space now empty, misunderstood.A void remains, it grips, it clings,A wound that time can never bring.
And though I weep, though tears may fall,They cannot bridge the silent call.For you are gone, beyond my reach,A lesson life was cruel to teach.

Page 18
The Weight of Loss

Each tear a memory, each sob a plea,For one more moment, one more “we.”But time’s a thief, it doesn’t wait,It robs us all, it seals our fate.
I see your face in every hue,The morning light, the evening dew.A shadow flits where you should be,A cruel reminder haunting me.
I hold your words though faded and scarred Like fragile bones

Page 19
The Empty Space Beside Me

I held the world in trembling hands,A fragile hope, like shifting sands.But now the weight, it pulls me down,Your voice is gone, and I might drown.
The streets are cold, the nights so bare,Your laughter lingers in the air.A memory cuts, sharp and deep,I clutch my chest, I cannot weep.
I see your face in every crowd,A phantom's grin, a voice too loud.But when I reach, you’re never there,Just echoes fading in despair.
You were my anchor, my guiding star,Now lost to shadows, gone too far.The world still turns, but I stand still,An empty space, a hollow will.
If I could speak to you once more,Undo the fate that closed this door,I’d hold your hand, I’d keep you near,And chase away this endless fear.
But all I have is this heavy pain,A storm that beats like endless rain.And though you're gone, your light remains,A bond unbroken by these chains.

Page 20
When the Walls Whisper

The walls lean closer, breathing secrets in my ear,Their voices soft, like paper tearing,or wind slipping through cracked glass.
“Do you hear it?” they ask,the creak of shadows bending truths I cannot name.
My thoughts scatter like startled birds,their wings brushing the ceiling,leaving feathers made of echoes.
I press my palms to the plaster,feel its pulse beneath my fingers,a rhythm I can’t follow.
“What do you want from me?” I whisper back.The silence blooms in reply,petals sharp as razors,and I know the question will hang unanswered forever.

Page 21
When the Garden Nips

The garden hums beneath my feet,a lullaby sung by soil and roots.It tastes the air with jagged teeth,its blooms all venom, dressed in silk.
The roses bite, their thorns too sharp,each petal laced with whispers.I pluck a flower—its stem writhes like a serpent,curling against my trembling skin.
"Did you feel that?" I ask the wind,but it only laughs,brushing my cheek with ghostly hands,pulling me deeper into the green.
The ivy climbs, wraps my ankles tight.The earth is alive, or maybe I am not.I breathe the garden’s breath,sweet and sickly,and wonder if it means to keep me.

Page 22
The Color of Sound

I hear it first—a thread of music woven from the frayed edges of silence.It spills into the air, pooling at my feet,a shimmering flood of unnameable hues.
The piano hums in cobalt blues,notes tumbling like drops of mercury.A violin bleeds crimson, sharp and slow,its melody unraveling in spirals of smoke.
Each sound a brushstroke on my skin,leaving streaks of silver where it touches.The room folds inward,a kaleidoscope of noise folding into itself,fracturing the edges of what is real.
"Can you see it too?" I whisper,but the silence answers, thick and unyielding,its weight pressing against my chest.
I close my eyes and let the sound take me,its colors painting worlds I cannot escape.Each shade a truth, too vivid to deny,too strange to belong to anyone but me.

Page 23
Cracks in the Sky

The sky split open yesterday,a fine line drawn by an unseen hand.Clouds poured out,their shapes jagged like glass.
"This isn’t real," I told myself,but the crack widened,and I could see through it—a kaleidoscope of shadows,turning my thoughts to ash.
I reached up,fingers brushing the edge of something infinite.It burned, like truth often does,and left me trembling,wondering who I was before the sky broke.

Page 24
Echoes in the Water

I saw my reflection ripple in the stream,its face wrong—eyes too large,a mouth that moved without my voice.
"Who are you?" I asked it.But the water swallowed the words,the echo pulling them under,dragging me with them.

The surface shimmered with laughter,an unfamiliar song that tasted like iron.When I tried to leave,the stream held me,its currents wrapping tight around my legs.
I was not its prisoner,but I wasn’t free either.

Page 25
Threadbare Reality

There are seams in the air,threads barely holding the world together.If I pull too hard,the fabric will tear,and the things beneath will seep through.
Sometimes, I see the edges fray—a flicker of something waiting,something vast and hungry.
"Don’t touch it," I tell myself,but my hands itch with curiosity.What would I findif I unraveled everything?Would it swallow me,or would I finally feel whole?

Page 26
The Room Without Corners

I woke in a room without corners,its walls curving endlessly like the inside of a seashell.
Every sound echoed forever,chasing itself in circles.I tried to stand,but the floor swayed like a boat,tilting me into a sky I couldn’t see.
"Is anyone there?" I called,but the walls only laughed,their curves swallowing the question.The door was gone,or maybe it had never been there at all.

Page 27
What the Mirror Refuses

The mirror hides things now,its surface slick with half-truths.When I stare too long,it shows me someone else—a stranger wearing my face.
"Look closer," it whispers,its voice like dripping water.But when I lean in,the stranger leans back,their smile sharp enough to cut.
I reach out,my hand meeting cold glass,and wonder if they are trapped therefore if I am.

Page 28
History

The walls remember what time forgot,Battles fought and lives left to rot.Empires crumble, names erased,Dreams dissolved, memories displaced.
A tide of sorrow, cold and wide,Sweeps away the hearts that tried.In ruins, faint truths still gleam,Fleeting echoes of a fragile dream.


Page 29
Faded Roses

Faded roses on the ground,Whispers lost without a sound.Autumn rain on silent stone,Echoes whisper, I’m alone.
You left behind a fleeting trace,A love that time cannot erase.Petals fall like memories,Carried off by gentle breeze.
Your laughter lingers in the air,A ghost that haunts me everywhere.Shadows dance where love once stayed,In the light that slowly fades.
Maybe time will mend the seams,Or stars will guide you through my dreams.But still, I see you every night,In silver streams of pale moonlight.
Faded roses, soft and torn,Love remains though you are gone.


Page 30
terror
Ashes rise where voices fell,
Silent screams no words can tell.
Names erased, just numbers remain,
Carved in sorrow, etched in pain.
The smoke has cleared, yet shadows stay,
Ghosts that never fade away.
History weeps, but time moves fast—
Who will speak when we are past?

Page 31
Love and loss

I called your name, but night replied,
A hollow sound where love once cried.
Your hand in mine a final touch that could not stay
In that hospital bed your wrist then went weak
But...
While your gone
The stars still shine and the world still turns
For even time cannot erase
The echo of your last embrace.
We are not angry at you love
For choosing death instead of us
I love you eeron for loving me

Page 32
Love is a weapon

Sometimes..
The best way to love someone
Is to
Let
Them
Go...

Page 33
Skin and bone

Sticks and stones never broke my bones
But words made me starve myself
Till you could see all of them...



Page 34
Loss of a friend

I remember back to your very last day on this earth
you took my hand and i no longer felt fear
...then..after you said “you my friend have always been there, i love you alyx”
the room filled up with a certain peacefulness that told me you were gone and never coming back forever and always in my heart eeron



Page 35
Catalouges

Searching through the catalouges
You wish you could order the
Bodies not the clothes

Page 36
Survivor
They took my voice, yet I still speak,
A shattered hymn, a whispered leak.
They stole the light behind my eyes,
But could not break the will to rise.

The nights are long, the past still stays,
A ghost that haunts my quiet days.
The mirror holds a stranger’s face,
A story etched I cannot erase.

Yet breath by breath, I claim my name,
Not what was done, but what remains.
I am not ruin, I am not shame,
I am the spark that beats the flame.

And though the dark still dares to creep,
I plant my strength where shadows weep.
For in my bones, though scarred and sore,
I am not theirs—
I am more




Page 37
Belonging
I was a name without a home,
A question left to stand alone.
A face adrift in quiet halls,
A heart unanswered when it calls.

The world had space but not my place,
No arms to fold me into grace.
I traced my past in shattered glass,
A story lost, a fate held fast.

But love is more than blood and bone,
It’s hands that reach when none have shown.
It’s voices soft, yet strong and true,
Saying, “You are wanted too.”

And though my roots are split in two,
I bloom where love has seen me through.
For family isn’t where you start,
But where they welcome you d mirrors

Page 1
Introduction
Beneath the moon’s soft silver hue,Where ancient forests hum anew,A realm of shadows, light, and lore,Awaits beyond the twilight door.
The winds that kiss the trembling trees,Carry tales upon the breeze,Of dragons bound by runes of gold,And stars that sing of secrets old.
Through hidden veils and crystal streams,Lie echoes born of wanderers' dreams.The sky ignites with sapphire flame,As whispers call the lost by name.
Come, traveler, heed the beckoning tide,Let your spirit soar, your fears subside.This book, a key to worlds unseen,Where fables weave through lands serene.

page 2
The Threshold of Dreams

Step lightly now, the veil grows thin,Where mortal tales and myths begin.The soil beneath, a hallowed ground,With whispers ancient, yet profound.
The moonlit path winds far and steep,Through valleys hushed in shadowed sleep.A lantern glows with spectral light,To guide the bold through endless night.
Beware the charms of glistening streams,That murmur truths, or so it seems.Their waters hold the sky’s embrace,But trap the wanderer’s fleeting trace.
Above, the constellations wane,Each star a spark, a fleeting chain.They trace the tales of gods long past,And fade as time consumes them fast.
Oh seeker, pause! The gate looms near,Its carved runes speak of hope and fear.Dare you to cross and stake your claim,To dance with destiny, wild and untamed?

page 3
Shadows Unbound

Beneath the stars, the air turns chill,A creeping dread, an ancient will.The trees, now blackened spires of bone,Whisper words in a hollow tone.
The path you tread begins to shift,Its edges frayed, its heart adrift.A shadow stirs, its breath a sigh,A spectral form with a sightless eye.
The lantern’s glow begins to wane,Its flicker caught in a ghostly chain.A voice emerges, low and deep,"Beware the promises shadows keep."

The forest hums with unseen might,Each branch a claw, each leaf a blight.The roots entwine, a serpent’s grasp,Binding your feet with a silken clasp.
Yet in the dark, a secret lies,For those who dare to meet its eyes.The fear, though sharp, a fleeting bane—The key to truth resides in pain.
Oh traveler bold, will you retreat?Or face the dark where fates compete?The choice is yours, the cost untold,But fortune favors the hearts of gold.

Page 4
The Abyss Beckons

The forest breathes, a living snare,Its essence thick, a tainted air.Each step resounds, a hollow drum,A call to where the shadows come.
The lantern dies—a futile spark,Devoured whole by the encroaching dark.Your breath now clouds, cold whispers bite,An unseen watcher stalks the night.
A river churns with inky foam,Its depths a gate, its roar a poem."Forsake the path," its waters sing,"For here lies ruin, and none shall cling."
Above, the stars blink out in fear,One by one, they disappear.The sky, a void, a curtain drawn,A stage for horrors yet to spawn.
A distant bell begins to toll,A sound that shakes the weary soul.Its echoes twist the gnarled boughs,A hymn for those who’ve broken vows.

Then, from the dark, a shape takes form,A shifting mass, a creeping swarm.Eyes like embers, countless, red,Their gaze consumes all light and thread.
Oh brave one, halt—do not engage!For here lies death, its endless stage.Yet should you bow and yield your name,You’ll find the dark and you are the same.
For every ache and every fear,A gentle dawn is drawing near.Its light will paint the skies anew,With hope that shines just for you.
So lean into the quiet glow,And trust the love you’ve come to know.You’re not alone, you never were,The stars above are yours, for sure.
And when the darkness seems too long,Remember this—a steadfast song:You are enough, just as you are,A radiant soul, a rising star.
Rest now, sweet soul, and let it be,Tomorrow waits—a calm, vast sea.You’ll sail its tides with courage strong,And find your place where you belong.

page 5
Echoes of Forgotten Woes

The air now thick, a velvet veil,It cloaks the path, it tells the tale.Of realms forsaken, kingdoms lost,Where dreams were bound at too great a cost.
A thousand voices rise and fall,A mourning hymn, a spectral call.Their words are threads of fraying lore,Stitched in shadows, whispered once more.
"Turn back," they plead, "this way breeds dread,Where heroes falter, where hope has fled.The stones you tread were once alive,Now bound in silence, yet they strive."
A distant cry, forlorn, profound,Pierces through the haunted ground.Its echo weaves a shivering tune,A requiem sung beneath the moon.
Yet deeper still, a pulse takes hold,A steady thrum, ancient and bold.A power sleeps beneath this land,Its voice a tremor, its touch a hand.
Will you awaken what lies below,Or heed the warnings in their woe?The road ahead twists dark and steep,A choice awaits where shadows seep.

Page 6
The Maw of the Abyss

The path dissolves to jagged stone,A labyrinth carved from marrow and bone.The very air begins to writhe,A presence stirs, a force alive.
Beneath your feet, the ground does quake,A tremor born of something awake.Its breath is fire, its veins run deep,A hunger roused from ancient sleep.
The trees, now ash, reach clawing limbs,Their whispers turn to hollow hymns."Beware," they cry, "this cursed domain,Where shadows feast on fear and pain."
A fissure yawns, a gaping maw,Its depths defy both light and law.The darkness pulses, cold and vast,A void that reaches for your past.
And from the deep, a low, harsh groan,A voice of earth, of rock, of stone.It calls your name, it knows your core,A summons you cannot ignore.
The lantern shatters in your hand,Its light is consumed by this barren land.Now only courage lights your way,Through endless nights, through endless gray.
Ahead, a figure forged of flame,A keeper bound, without a name.Its molten eyes demand your truth,A sacrifice of heart, of youth.
The question hangs: will you descend?To meet the dark where stories end?Or will you falter, turn and flee,And leave this fate to mystery?
Here’s an extended continuation for pages 7 and 8, keeping the dark tone while weaving in new layers of danger and intrigue:

Page 7
The Keeper's Trial

The figure moves, a molten wraith,Its form aglow with searing faith.A guardian born of wrathful fire,Its voice a hymn, a cursed choir.
"Speak now, wanderer, name your quest,For none pass here without the test.This path demands a price in blood,A vow to stand against the flood."
Its gaze ignites the shadows near,A furnace built of doubt and fear.Your heart, it probes with unseen claws,Each secret laid to silent laws.
The ground ignites with runes that burn,A circle wrought where fates must turn."Choose, traveler, with steadfast heart:To bind, to break, or to depart."
Behind, the dark now seals its gate,Ahead, the fire decides your fate.The Keeper waits, its stance unmoved,A choice to make, your soul to prove.

Page 8
A Choice in Flames

The Keeper speaks with scorching breath,"Beware the path that leads to death.Beyond lies power, raw and wild,But claimed through means both cursed and vile."
The air itself begins to sear,The cost of choice made painfully clear.To bind the fire, you risk your soul,To break it means you’ll pay the toll.
The path to flee is fraught with shame,A coward’s end, an unlit flame.And so you stand, your heart a storm,A mortal caught in destiny’s form.
Then comes the sound, a dreadful chime,A clockwork toll, the pulse of time.The Keeper waits, its hand outstretched,Its fiery claws with hunger etched.
Will you endure the trial’s demand,And place your life within its hand?Or seek to forge another way,Where night consumes both light and day?
The flames grow high, the circle glows,The world beyond in silence slows.Your breath now still, your will stands taut—One moment more, one final thought.

Page 9
The Binding Flame

With trembling breath and steady gaze,The traveler steps through fire’s blaze."I choose to bind," the voice declares,"To take the risk that courage dares."
The Keeper bows, its molten frame,Its fiery eyes, a tempered flame."Then steel your heart, for bonds must hold;The fire’s wrath is fierce and cold."
The runes ignite, a circle’s snare,Their searing light splits sky and air.The traveler kneels, hands open wide,The Keeper’s claws press deep inside.
A jolt of heat, a screaming pain,The world dissolves, the body wanes.A binding forged of soul and fire,Both gift and curse to those who aspire.

The traveler rises, wreathed in flame,A living vessel with no name.Their veins now hum with molten power,A force reborn in this dark hour.

Page 10
The Keeper's Warning

"Beware," the Keeper’s voice resounds,"For fire devours what it surrounds.This gift you hold is wild, untamed,A double edge, both cursed and famed."
It steps aside, the path revealed,Through ashen lands where fate is sealed.The traveler turns, a silent nod,A fragile soul now touched by gods.
The air grows cold, the fire burns low,But in their heart, an ember glows.With every step, the burden grows clear,The flame is power, but forged by fear.
Ahead lies darkness, vast and deep,Where secrets wake and shadows creep.Yet through the void, the traveler stands,With fire bound to mortal hands.


Page 11
Fractured Reflections

I am the wind, I am the stone,A thousand voices, none my own.The fire burns, but I am cold,A hollow shell, a story told.
The path dissolves beneath my feet,Each step, a memory incomplete.The trees all blur, the sky unweaves,Reality falters, deceives, and grieves.
What is the self, a fleeting name?A spark extinguished within the flame.I feel the world, yet feel it not,A tether frayed, a soul forgot.
The stars above, they watch, they stare,As if I’m nothing, floating air.Do I exist? Or am I a trace,A shadow lost in endless space?


Page 12
A Hollow Echo

The fire within me whispers low,Its molten voice a cruel echo.“You chose the flame, you sought its might,But lost your form to endless night.”
I reach for thoughts I cannot find,The echoes hum within my mind.Who was I once? What name was mine?A fleeting shade in fractured time.
The world around me fades to gray,Its colors bled, its warmth decayed.I am the void, I am the haze,A dreamer lost in a shadowed maze.
And yet, a pulse, faint but near,A fragile beat, a thread of fear.It pulls me back, it keeps me whole,A quiet spark, a fragile soul.
The fire stirs, a fleeting glow,A piece of me it dares to show.Perhaps, in ash, new life may start,And forge anew this fractured heart.

Page 13
The Shattered Core

Who am I, if not this flame?A faceless wretch without a name.The heat inside, a stolen cry,Consumes the self I left to die.
The ground dissolves, the sky distorts,My mind a maze of broken courts.A thousand echoes clash and break,Each one a life I cannot take.
I reach for memories, soft and near,But grasp at shadows, fleeting, sheer.Their edges cut, their whispers sting,Yet offer no solace, no solid thing.
The fire mocks me, wild and vast,A voice entwined with a haunting past."Do you recall who walked before?Or have you lost the truth you swore?"

Page 14
Descent Into the Abyss

The world around me twists and writhes,A living shadow that connives.The trees now bend, their faces leer,Each branch a claw that feeds on fear.
The fire flickers, cold and dim,Its voice a hymn, a phantom’s hymn."You thought to bind me, foolish one,But I am chaos, I am undone."
I see my hands—they turn to dust,A fleeting shell, a fragile husk.The stars collapse, their light erased,The void consumes, a formless waste.
Yet somewhere deep, beneath the roar,A quiet spark, a hidden core.It trembles faint, a fragile beat,A final tether, incomplete.
But can it hold? Or will it break?Will I dissolve for fire’s sake?The question looms, it chills my breath,Am I alive, or shaped by death?

Page 15
The Glimmering Thread

From the void, a sound breaks through,A melody soft, yet clear and true.It weaves its way through shadowed haze,A golden thread in a labyrinth maze.
The fire recoils, its voice subdued,A fleeting silence, raw and crude."Who calls to you?" it hisses low,"This fragile echo—let it go."
But the thread persists, a steady pull,A song of light in darkness full.It speaks of moments, tender, small,Of laughter shared, of voices’ call.
A memory stirs, though blurred and faint,A touch of warmth, a loved one’s plaint.Their face obscured, yet presence near,A tethered bond that cuts through fear.

Page 16
A Soul Reclaimed

The traveler grasps, though fingers burn,To hold the thread, to twist, to turn.Each pull unravels fire’s snare,Each step restores the broken air.
The void resists, its shadows swell,The fire screams, a piercing knell."You cannot leave; you are my own,A part of ash, of earth, of stone."
But deeper still, the melody flows,Through molten veins, through embered throes.Its rhythm beats against the flame,A whispered song, a whispered name.
Then comes a voice, so soft, so clear:"Hold fast, dear soul, I’m always near.You are more than fire, more than fear,Come back to me, come back, my dear."
The fire dims, its fury tamed,Its edges blurred, its heat reframed.The traveler breathes, the thread holds tight,A lifeline cast through endless night.
And as the dark begins to wane,The traveler stands, renewed again.A piece reclaimed, a soul made whole,Anchored by love, a tethered goal.

Page 17
A Silence Too Loud

The air is still, the world turned gray,As if the light has slipped away.The trees bow low, their branches weep,For memories now buried deep.
Your name, a whisper in the breeze,A fleeting sound, a ghost that teases.I call to you, but there’s no reply,Just echoes lost beneath the sky.
The earth feels colder where you once stood,The space now empty, misunderstood.A void remains, it grips, it clings,A wound that time can never bring.
And though I weep, though tears may fall,They cannot bridge the silent call.For you are gone, beyond my reach,A lesson life was cruel to teach.

Page 18
The Weight of Loss

Each tear a memory, each sob a plea,For one more moment, one more “we.”But time’s a thief, it doesn’t wait,It robs us all, it seals our fate.
I see your face in every hue,The morning light, the evening dew.A shadow flits where you should be,A cruel reminder haunting me.
I hold your words though faded and scarred Like fragile bones

Page 19
The Empty Space Beside Me

I held the world in trembling hands,A fragile hope, like shifting sands.But now the weight, it pulls me down,Your voice is gone, and I might drown.
The streets are cold, the nights so bare,Your laughter lingers in the air.A memory cuts, sharp and deep,I clutch my chest, I cannot weep.
I see your face in every crowd,A phantom's grin, a voice too loud.But when I reach, you’re never there,Just echoes fading in despair.
You were my anchor, my guiding star,Now lost to shadows, gone too far.The world still turns, but I stand still,An empty space, a hollow will.
If I could speak to you once more,Undo the fate that closed this door,I’d hold your hand, I’d keep you near,And chase away this endless fear.
But all I have is this heavy pain,A storm that beats like endless rain.And though you're gone, your light remains,A bond unbroken by these chains.

Page 20
When the Walls Whisper

The walls lean closer, breathing secrets in my ear,Their voices soft, like paper tearing,or wind slipping through cracked glass.
“Do you hear it?” they ask,the creak of shadows bending truths I cannot name.
My thoughts scatter like startled birds,their wings brushing the ceiling,leaving feathers made of echoes.
I press my palms to the plaster,feel its pulse beneath my fingers,a rhythm I can’t follow.
“What do you want from me?” I whisper back.The silence blooms in reply,petals sharp as razors,and I know the question will hang unanswered forever.

Page 21
When the Garden Nips

The garden hums beneath my feet,a lullaby sung by soil and roots.It tastes the air with jagged teeth,its blooms all venom, dressed in silk.
The roses bite, their thorns too sharp,each petal laced with whispers.I pluck a flower—its stem writhes like a serpent,curling against my trembling skin.
"Did you feel that?" I ask the wind,but it only laughs,brushing my cheek with ghostly hands,pulling me deeper into the green.
The ivy climbs, wraps my ankles tight.The earth is alive, or maybe I am not.I breathe the garden’s breath,sweet and sickly,and wonder if it means to keep me.

Page 22
The Color of Sound

I hear it first—a thread of music woven from the frayed edges of silence.It spills into the air, pooling at my feet,a shimmering flood of unnameable hues.
The piano hums in cobalt blues,notes tumbling like drops of mercury.A violin bleeds crimson, sharp and slow,its melody unraveling in spirals of smoke.
Each sound a brushstroke on my skin,leaving streaks of silver where it touches.The room folds inward,a kaleidoscope of noise folding into itself,fracturing the edges of what is real.
"Can you see it too?" I whisper,but the silence answers, thick and unyielding,its weight pressing against my chest.
I close my eyes and let the sound take me,its colors painting worlds I cannot escape.Each shade a truth, too vivid to deny,too strange to belong to anyone but me.

Page 23
Cracks in the Sky

The sky split open yesterday,a fine line drawn by an unseen hand.Clouds poured out,their shapes jagged like glass.
"This isn’t real," I told myself,but the crack widened,and I could see through it—a kaleidoscope of shadows,turning my thoughts to ash.
I reached up,fingers brushing the edge of something infinite.It burned, like truth often does,and left me trembling,wondering who I was before the sky broke.

Page 24
Echoes in the Water

I saw my reflection ripple in the stream,its face wrong—eyes too large,a mouth that moved without my voice.
"Who are you?" I asked it.But the water swallowed the words,the echo pulling them under,dragging me with them.

The surface shimmered with laughter,an unfamiliar song that tasted like iron.When I tried to leave,the stream held me,its currents wrapping tight around my legs.
I was not its prisoner,but I wasn’t free either.

Page 25
Threadbare Reality

There are seams in the air,threads barely holding the world together.If I pull too hard,the fabric will tear,and the things beneath will seep through.
Sometimes, I see the edges fray—a flicker of something waiting,something vast and hungry.
"Don’t touch it," I tell myself,but my hands itch with curiosity.What would I findif I unraveled everything?Would it swallow me,or would I finally feel whole?

Page 26
The Room Without Corners

I woke in a room without corners,its walls curving endlessly like the inside of a seashell.
Every sound echoed forever,chasing itself in circles.I tried to stand,but the floor swayed like a boat,tilting me into a sky I couldn’t see.
"Is anyone there?" I called,but the walls only laughed,their curves swallowing the question.The door was gone,or maybe it had never been there at all.

Page 27
What the Mirror Refuses

The mirror hides things now,its surface slick with half-truths.When I stare too long,it shows me someone else—a stranger wearing my face.
"Look closer," it whispers,its voice like dripping water.But when I lean in,the stranger leans back,their smile sharp enough to cut.
I reach out,my hand meeting cold glass,and wonder if they are trapped therefore if I am.

Page 28
History

The walls remember what time forgot,Battles fought and lives left to rot.Empires crumble, names erased,Dreams dissolved, memories displaced.
A tide of sorrow, cold and wide,Sweeps away the hearts that tried.In ruins, faint truths still gleam,Fleeting echoes of a fragile dream.


Page 29
Faded Roses

Faded roses on the ground,Whispers lost without a sound.Autumn rain on silent stone,Echoes whisper, I’m alone.
You left behind a fleeting trace,A love that time cannot erase.Petals fall like memories,Carried off by gentle breeze.
Your laughter lingers in the air,A ghost that haunts me everywhere.Shadows dance where love once stayed,In the light that slowly fades.
Maybe time will mend the seams,Or stars will guide you through my dreams.But still, I see you every night,In silver streams of pale moonlight.
Faded roses, soft and torn,Love remains though you are gone.


Page 30
terror
Ashes rise where voices fell,
Silent screams no words can tell.
Names erased, just numbers remain,
Carved in sorrow, etched in pain.
The smoke has cleared, yet shadows stay,
Ghosts that never fade away.
History weeps, but time moves fast—
Who will speak when we are past?

Page 31
Love and loss

I called your name, but night replied,
A hollow sound where love once cried.
Your hand in mine a final touch that could not stay
In that hospital bed your wrist then went weak
But...
While your gone
The stars still shine and the world still turns
For even time cannot erase
The echo of your last embrace.
We are not angry at you love
For choosing death instead of us
I love you eeron for loving me

Page 32
Love is a weapon

Sometimes..
The best way to love someone
Is to
Let
Them
Go...

Page 33
Skin and bone

Sticks and stones never broke my bones
But words made me starve myself
Till you could see all of them...



Page 34
Loss of a friend

I remember back to your very last day on this earth
you took my hand and i no longer felt fear
...then..after you said “you my friend have always been there, i love you alyx”
the room filled up with a certain peacefulness that told me you were gone and never coming back forever and always in my heart eeron



Page 35
Catalouges

Searching through the catalouges
You wish you could order the
Bodies not the clothes

Page 36
Survivor
They took my voice, yet I still speak,
A shattered hymn, a whispered leak.
They stole the light behind my eyes,
But could not break the will to rise.

The nights are long, the past still stays,
A ghost that haunts my quiet days.
The mirror holds a stranger’s face,
A story etched I cannot erase.

Yet breath by breath, I claim my name,
Not what was done, but what remains.
I am not ruin, I am not shame,
I am the spark that beats the flame.

And though the dark still dares to creep,
I plant my strength where shadows weep.
For in my bones, though scarred and sore,
I am not theirs—
I am more




Page 37
Belonging
I was a name without a home,
A question left to stand alone.
A face adrift in quiet halls,
A heart unanswered when it calls.

The world had space but not my place,
No arms to fold me into grace.
I traced my past in shattered glass,
A story lost, a fate held fast.

But love is more than blood and bone,
It’s hands that reach when none have shown.
It’s voices soft, yet strong and true,
Saying, “You are wanted too.”

And though my roots are split in two,
I bloom where love has seen me through.
For family isn’t where you start,
But where they welcome you d mirrors

Page 1
Introduction
Beneath the moon’s soft silver hue,Where ancient forests hum anew,A realm of shadows, light, and lore,Awaits beyond the twilight door.
The winds that kiss the trembling trees,Carry tales upon the breeze,Of dragons bound by runes of gold,And stars that sing of secrets old.
Through hidden veils and crystal streams,Lie echoes born of wanderers' dreams.The sky ignites with sapphire flame,As whispers call the lost by name.
Come, traveler, heed the beckoning tide,Let your spirit soar, your fears subside.This book, a key to worlds unseen,Where fables weave through lands serene.

page 2
The Threshold of Dreams

Step lightly now, the veil grows thin,Where mortal tales and myths begin.The soil beneath, a hallowed ground,With whispers ancient, yet profound.
The moonlit path winds far and steep,Through valleys hushed in shadowed sleep.A lantern glows with spectral light,To guide the bold through endless night.
Beware the charms of glistening streams,That murmur truths, or so it seems.Their waters hold the sky’s embrace,But trap the wanderer’s fleeting trace.
Above, the constellations wane,Each star a spark, a fleeting chain.They trace the tales of gods long past,And fade as time consumes them fast.
Oh seeker, pause! The gate looms near,Its carved runes speak of hope and fear.Dare you to cross and stake your claim,To dance with destiny, wild and untamed?

page 3
Shadows Unbound

Beneath the stars, the air turns chill,A creeping dread, an ancient will.The trees, now blackened spires of bone,Whisper words in a hollow tone.
The path you tread begins to shift,Its edges frayed, its heart adrift.A shadow stirs, its breath a sigh,A spectral form with a sightless eye.
The lantern’s glow begins to wane,Its flicker caught in a ghostly chain.A voice emerges, low and deep,"Beware the promises shadows keep."

The forest hums with unseen might,Each branch a claw, each leaf a blight.The roots entwine, a serpent’s grasp,Binding your feet with a silken clasp.
Yet in the dark, a secret lies,For those who dare to meet its eyes.The fear, though sharp, a fleeting bane—The key to truth resides in pain.
Oh traveler bold, will you retreat?Or face the dark where fates compete?The choice is yours, the cost untold,But fortune favors the hearts of gold.

Page 4
The Abyss Beckons

The forest breathes, a living snare,Its essence thick, a tainted air.Each step resounds, a hollow drum,A call to where the shadows come.
The lantern dies—a futile spark,Devoured whole by the encroaching dark.Your breath now clouds, cold whispers bite,An unseen watcher stalks the night.
A river churns with inky foam,Its depths a gate, its roar a poem."Forsake the path," its waters sing,"For here lies ruin, and none shall cling."
Above, the stars blink out in fear,One by one, they disappear.The sky, a void, a curtain drawn,A stage for horrors yet to spawn.
A distant bell begins to toll,A sound that shakes the weary soul.Its echoes twist the gnarled boughs,A hymn for those who’ve broken vows.

Then, from the dark, a shape takes form,A shifting mass, a creeping swarm.Eyes like embers, countless, red,Their gaze consumes all light and thread.
Oh brave one, halt—do not engage!For here lies death, its endless stage.Yet should you bow and yield your name,You’ll find the dark and you are the same.
For every ache and every fear,A gentle dawn is drawing near.Its light will paint the skies anew,With hope that shines just for you.
So lean into the quiet glow,And trust the love you’ve come to know.You’re not alone, you never were,The stars above are yours, for sure.
And when the darkness seems too long,Remember this—a steadfast song:You are enough, just as you are,A radiant soul, a rising star.
Rest now, sweet soul, and let it be,Tomorrow waits—a calm, vast sea.You’ll sail its tides with courage strong,And find your place where you belong.

page 5
Echoes of Forgotten Woes

The air now thick, a velvet veil,It cloaks the path, it tells the tale.Of realms forsaken, kingdoms lost,Where dreams were bound at too great a cost.
A thousand voices rise and fall,A mourning hymn, a spectral call.Their words are threads of fraying lore,Stitched in shadows, whispered once more.
"Turn back," they plead, "this way breeds dread,Where heroes falter, where hope has fled.The stones you tread were once alive,Now bound in silence, yet they strive."
A distant cry, forlorn, profound,Pierces through the haunted ground.Its echo weaves a shivering tune,A requiem sung beneath the moon.
Yet deeper still, a pulse takes hold,A steady thrum, ancient and bold.A power sleeps beneath this land,Its voice a tremor, its touch a hand.
Will you awaken what lies below,Or heed the warnings in their woe?The road ahead twists dark and steep,A choice awaits where shadows seep.

Page 6
The Maw of the Abyss

The path dissolves to jagged stone,A labyrinth carved from marrow and bone.The very air begins to writhe,A presence stirs, a force alive.
Beneath your feet, the ground does quake,A tremor born of something awake.Its breath is fire, its veins run deep,A hunger roused from ancient sleep.
The trees, now ash, reach clawing limbs,Their whispers turn to hollow hymns."Beware," they cry, "this cursed domain,Where shadows feast on fear and pain."
A fissure yawns, a gaping maw,Its depths defy both light and law.The darkness pulses, cold and vast,A void that reaches for your past.
And from the deep, a low, harsh groan,A voice of earth, of rock, of stone.It calls your name, it knows your core,A summons you cannot ignore.
The lantern shatters in your hand,Its light is consumed by this barren land.Now only courage lights your way,Through endless nights, through endless gray.
Ahead, a figure forged of flame,A keeper bound, without a name.Its molten eyes demand your truth,A sacrifice of heart, of youth.
The question hangs: will you descend?To meet the dark where stories end?Or will you falter, turn and flee,And leave this fate to mystery?
Here’s an extended continuation for pages 7 and 8, keeping the dark tone while weaving in new layers of danger and intrigue:

Page 7
The Keeper's Trial

The figure moves, a molten wraith,Its form aglow with searing faith.A guardian born of wrathful fire,Its voice a hymn, a cursed choir.
"Speak now, wanderer, name your quest,For none pass here without the test.This path demands a price in blood,A vow to stand against the flood."
Its gaze ignites the shadows near,A furnace built of doubt and fear.Your heart, it probes with unseen claws,Each secret laid to silent laws.
The ground ignites with runes that burn,A circle wrought where fates must turn."Choose, traveler, with steadfast heart:To bind, to break, or to depart."
Behind, the dark now seals its gate,Ahead, the fire decides your fate.The Keeper waits, its stance unmoved,A choice to make, your soul to prove.

Page 8
A Choice in Flames

The Keeper speaks with scorching breath,"Beware the path that leads to death.Beyond lies power, raw and wild,But claimed through means both cursed and vile."
The air itself begins to sear,The cost of choice made painfully clear.To bind the fire, you risk your soul,To break it means you’ll pay the toll.
The path to flee is fraught with shame,A coward’s end, an unlit flame.And so you stand, your heart a storm,A mortal caught in destiny’s form.
Then comes the sound, a dreadful chime,A clockwork toll, the pulse of time.The Keeper waits, its hand outstretched,Its fiery claws with hunger etched.
Will you endure the trial’s demand,And place your life within its hand?Or seek to forge another way,Where night consumes both light and day?
The flames grow high, the circle glows,The world beyond in silence slows.Your breath now still, your will stands taut—One moment more, one final thought.

Page 9
The Binding Flame

With trembling breath and steady gaze,The traveler steps through fire’s blaze."I choose to bind," the voice declares,"To take the risk that courage dares."
The Keeper bows, its molten frame,Its fiery eyes, a tempered flame."Then steel your heart, for bonds must hold;The fire’s wrath is fierce and cold."
The runes ignite, a circle’s snare,Their searing light splits sky and air.The traveler kneels, hands open wide,The Keeper’s claws press deep inside.
A jolt of heat, a screaming pain,The world dissolves, the body wanes.A binding forged of soul and fire,Both gift and curse to those who aspire.

The traveler rises, wreathed in flame,A living vessel with no name.Their veins now hum with molten power,A force reborn in this dark hour.

Page 10
The Keeper's Warning

"Beware," the Keeper’s voice resounds,"For fire devours what it surrounds.This gift you hold is wild, untamed,A double edge, both cursed and famed."
It steps aside, the path revealed,Through ashen lands where fate is sealed.The traveler turns, a silent nod,A fragile soul now touched by gods.
The air grows cold, the fire burns low,But in their heart, an ember glows.With every step, the burden grows clear,The flame is power, but forged by fear.
Ahead lies darkness, vast and deep,Where secrets wake and shadows creep.Yet through the void, the traveler stands,With fire bound to mortal hands.


Page 11
Fractured Reflections

I am the wind, I am the stone,A thousand voices, none my own.The fire burns, but I am cold,A hollow shell, a story told.
The path dissolves beneath my feet,Each step, a memory incomplete.The trees all blur, the sky unweaves,Reality falters, deceives, and grieves.
What is the self, a fleeting name?A spark extinguished within the flame.I feel the world, yet feel it not,A tether frayed, a soul forgot.
The stars above, they watch, they stare,As if I’m nothing, floating air.Do I exist? Or am I a trace,A shadow lost in endless space?


Page 12
A Hollow Echo

The fire within me whispers low,Its molten voice a cruel echo.“You chose the flame, you sought its might,But lost your form to endless night.”
I reach for thoughts I cannot find,The echoes hum within my mind.Who was I once? What name was mine?A fleeting shade in fractured time.
The world around me fades to gray,Its colors bled, its warmth decayed.I am the void, I am the haze,A dreamer lost in a shadowed maze.
And yet, a pulse, faint but near,A fragile beat, a thread of fear.It pulls me back, it keeps me whole,A quiet spark, a fragile soul.
The fire stirs, a fleeting glow,A piece of me it dares to show.Perhaps, in ash, new life may start,And forge anew this fractured heart.

Page 13
The Shattered Core

Who am I, if not this flame?A faceless wretch without a name.The heat inside, a stolen cry,Consumes the self I left to die.
The ground dissolves, the sky distorts,My mind a maze of broken courts.A thousand echoes clash and break,Each one a life I cannot take.
I reach for memories, soft and near,But grasp at shadows, fleeting, sheer.Their edges cut, their whispers sting,Yet offer no solace, no solid thing.
The fire mocks me, wild and vast,A voice entwined with a haunting past."Do you recall who walked before?Or have you lost the truth you swore?"

Page 14
Descent Into the Abyss

The world around me twists and writhes,A living shadow that connives.The trees now bend, their faces leer,Each branch a claw that feeds on fear.
The fire flickers, cold and dim,Its voice a hymn, a phantom’s hymn."You thought to bind me, foolish one,But I am chaos, I am undone."
I see my hands—they turn to dust,A fleeting shell, a fragile husk.The stars collapse, their light erased,The void consumes, a formless waste.
Yet somewhere deep, beneath the roar,A quiet spark, a hidden core.It trembles faint, a fragile beat,A final tether, incomplete.
But can it hold? Or will it break?Will I dissolve for fire’s sake?The question looms, it chills my breath,Am I alive, or shaped by death?

Page 15
The Glimmering Thread

From the void, a sound breaks through,A melody soft, yet clear and true.It weaves its way through shadowed haze,A golden thread in a labyrinth maze.
The fire recoils, its voice subdued,A fleeting silence, raw and crude."Who calls to you?" it hisses low,"This fragile echo—let it go."
But the thread persists, a steady pull,A song of light in darkness full.It speaks of moments, tender, small,Of laughter shared, of voices’ call.
A memory stirs, though blurred and faint,A touch of warmth, a loved one’s plaint.Their face obscured, yet presence near,A tethered bond that cuts through fear.

Page 16
A Soul Reclaimed

The traveler grasps, though fingers burn,To hold the thread, to twist, to turn.Each pull unravels fire’s snare,Each step restores the broken air.
The void resists, its shadows swell,The fire screams, a piercing knell."You cannot leave; you are my own,A part of ash, of earth, of stone."
But deeper still, the melody flows,Through molten veins, through embered throes.Its rhythm beats against the flame,A whispered song, a whispered name.
Then comes a voice, so soft, so clear:"Hold fast, dear soul, I’m always near.You are more than fire, more than fear,Come back to me, come back, my dear."
The fire dims, its fury tamed,Its edges blurred, its heat reframed.The traveler breathes, the thread holds tight,A lifeline cast through endless night.
And as the dark begins to wane,The traveler stands, renewed again.A piece reclaimed, a soul made whole,Anchored by love, a tethered goal.

Page 17
A Silence Too Loud

The air is still, the world turned gray,As if the light has slipped away.The trees bow low, their branches weep,For memories now buried deep.
Your name, a whisper in the breeze,A fleeting sound, a ghost that teases.I call to you, but there’s no reply,Just echoes lost beneath the sky.
The earth feels colder where you once stood,The space now empty, misunderstood.A void remains, it grips, it clings,A wound that time can never bring.
And though I weep, though tears may fall,They cannot bridge the silent call.For you are gone, beyond my reach,A lesson life was cruel to teach.

Page 18
The Weight of Loss

Each tear a memory, each sob a plea,For one more moment, one more “we.”But time’s a thief, it doesn’t wait,It robs us all, it seals our fate.
I see your face in every hue,The morning light, the evening dew.A shadow flits where you should be,A cruel reminder haunting me.
I hold your words though faded and scarred Like fragile bones

Page 19
The Empty Space Beside Me

I held the world in trembling hands,A fragile hope, like shifting sands.But now the weight, it pulls me down,Your voice is gone, and I might drown.
The streets are cold, the nights so bare,Your laughter lingers in the air.A memory cuts, sharp and deep,I clutch my chest, I cannot weep.
I see your face in every crowd,A phantom's grin, a voice too loud.But when I reach, you’re never there,Just echoes fading in despair.
You were my anchor, my guiding star,Now lost to shadows, gone too far.The world still turns, but I stand still,An empty space, a hollow will.
If I could speak to you once more,Undo the fate that closed this door,I’d hold your hand, I’d keep you near,And chase away this endless fear.
But all I have is this heavy pain,A storm that beats like endless rain.And though you're gone, your light remains,A bond unbroken by these chains.

Page 20
When the Walls Whisper

The walls lean closer, breathing secrets in my ear,Their voices soft, like paper tearing,or wind slipping through cracked glass.
“Do you hear it?” they ask,the creak of shadows bending truths I cannot name.
My thoughts scatter like startled birds,their wings brushing the ceiling,leaving feathers made of echoes.
I press my palms to the plaster,feel its pulse beneath my fingers,a rhythm I can’t follow.
“What do you want from me?” I whisper back.The silence blooms in reply,petals sharp as razors,and I know the question will hang unanswered forever.

Page 21
When the Garden Nips

The garden hums beneath my feet,a lullaby sung by soil and roots.It tastes the air with jagged teeth,its blooms all venom, dressed in silk.
The roses bite, their thorns too sharp,each petal laced with whispers.I pluck a flower—its stem writhes like a serpent,curling against my trembling skin.
"Did you feel that?" I ask the wind,but it only laughs,brushing my cheek with ghostly hands,pulling me deeper into the green.
The ivy climbs, wraps my ankles tight.The earth is alive, or maybe I am not.I breathe the garden’s breath,sweet and sickly,and wonder if it means to keep me.

Page 22
The Color of Sound

I hear it first—a thread of music woven from the frayed edges of silence.It spills into the air, pooling at my feet,a shimmering flood of unnameable hues.
The piano hums in cobalt blues,notes tumbling like drops of mercury.A violin bleeds crimson, sharp and slow,its melody unraveling in spirals of smoke.
Each sound a brushstroke on my skin,leaving streaks of silver where it touches.The room folds inward,a kaleidoscope of noise folding into itself,fracturing the edges of what is real.
"Can you see it too?" I whisper,but the silence answers, thick and unyielding,its weight pressing against my chest.
I close my eyes and let the sound take me,its colors painting worlds I cannot escape.Each shade a truth, too vivid to deny,too strange to belong to anyone but me.

Page 23
Cracks in the Sky

The sky split open yesterday,a fine line drawn by an unseen hand.Clouds poured out,their shapes jagged like glass.
"This isn’t real," I told myself,but the crack widened,and I could see through it—a kaleidoscope of shadows,turning my thoughts to ash.
I reached up,fingers brushing the edge of something infinite.It burned, like truth often does,and left me trembling,wondering who I was before the sky broke.

Page 24
Echoes in the Water

I saw my reflection ripple in the stream,its face wrong—eyes too large,a mouth that moved without my voice.
"Who are you?" I asked it.But the water swallowed the words,the echo pulling them under,dragging me with them.

The surface shimmered with laughter,an unfamiliar song that tasted like iron.When I tried to leave,the stream held me,its currents wrapping tight around my legs.
I was not its prisoner,but I wasn’t free either.

Page 25
Threadbare Reality

There are seams in the air,threads barely holding the world together.If I pull too hard,the fabric will tear,and the things beneath will seep through.
Sometimes, I see the edges fray—a flicker of something waiting,something vast and hungry.
"Don’t touch it," I tell myself,but my hands itch with curiosity.What would I findif I unraveled everything?Would it swallow me,or would I finally feel whole?

Page 26
The Room Without Corners

I woke in a room without corners,its walls curving endlessly like the inside of a seashell.
Every sound echoed forever,chasing itself in circles.I tried to stand,but the floor swayed like a boat,tilting me into a sky I couldn’t see.
"Is anyone there?" I called,but the walls only laughed,their curves swallowing the question.The door was gone,or maybe it had never been there at all.

Page 27
What the Mirror Refuses

The mirror hides things now,its surface slick with half-truths.When I stare too long,it shows me someone else—a stranger wearing my face.
"Look closer," it whispers,its voice like dripping water.But when I lean in,the stranger leans back,their smile sharp enough to cut.
I reach out,my hand meeting cold glass,and wonder if they are trapped therefore if I am.

Page 28
History

The walls remember what time forgot,Battles fought and lives left to rot.Empires crumble, names erased,Dreams dissolved, memories displaced.
A tide of sorrow, cold and wide,Sweeps away the hearts that tried.In ruins, faint truths still gleam,Fleeting echoes of a fragile dream.


Page 29
Faded Roses

Faded roses on the ground,Whispers lost without a sound.Autumn rain on silent stone,Echoes whisper, I’m alone.
You left behind a fleeting trace,A love that time cannot erase.Petals fall like memories,Carried off by gentle breeze.
Your laughter lingers in the air,A ghost that haunts me everywhere.Shadows dance where love once stayed,In the light that slowly fades.
Maybe time will mend the seams,Or stars will guide you through my dreams.But still, I see you every night,In silver streams of pale moonlight.
Faded roses, soft and torn,Love remains though you are gone.


Page 30
terror
Ashes rise where voices fell,
Silent screams no words can tell.
Names erased, just numbers remain,
Carved in sorrow, etched in pain.
The smoke has cleared, yet shadows stay,
Ghosts that never fade away.
History weeps, but time moves fast—
Who will speak when we are past?

Page 31
Love and loss

I called your name, but night replied,
A hollow sound where love once cried.
Your hand in mine a final touch that could not stay
In that hospital bed your wrist then went weak
But...
While your gone
The stars still shine and the world still turns
For even time cannot erase
The echo of your last embrace.
We are not angry at you love
For choosing death instead of us
I love you eeron for loving me

Page 32
Love is a weapon

Sometimes..
The best way to love someone
Is to
Let
Them
Go...

Page 33
Skin and bone

Sticks and stones never broke my bones
But words made me starve myself
Till you could see all of them...



Page 34
Loss of a friend

I remember back to your very last day on this earth
you took my hand and i no longer felt fear
...then..after you said “you my friend have always been there, i love you alyx”
the room filled up with a certain peacefulness that told me you were gone and never coming back forever and always in my heart eeron



Page 35
Catalouges

Searching through the catalouges
You wish you could order the
Bodies not the clothes

Page 36
Survivor
They took my voice, yet I still speak,
A shattered hymn, a whispered leak.
They stole the light behind my eyes,
But could not break the will to rise.

The nights are long, the past still stays,
A ghost that haunts my quiet days.
The mirror holds a stranger’s face,
A story etched I cannot erase.

Yet breath by breath, I claim my name,
Not what was done, but what remains.
I am not ruin, I am not shame,
I am the spark that beats the flame.

And though the dark still dares to creep,
I plant my strength where shadows weep.
For in my bones, though scarred and sore,
I am not theirs—
I am more




Page 37
Belonging
I was a name without a home,
A question left to stand alone.
A face adrift in quiet halls,
A heart unanswered when it calls.

The world had space but not my place,
No arms to fold me into grace.
I traced my past in shattered glass,
A story lost, a fate held fast.

But love is more than blood and bone,
It’s hands that reach when none have shown.
It’s voices soft, yet strong and true,
Saying, “You are wanted too.”

And though my roots are split in two,
I bloom where love has seen me through.
For family isn’t where you start,
But where they welcome you d mirrors