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The Mat-Zemlya Companion, Part 1

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 "So, this is the group, eh?" The black fennec fox asks as she jumps on the Time Walker's shoulder. They both watch as the large group travels out of the religious sanctuary they met in and into the world of Mat-Zemlya.     "This is them." The Time Walker confirms. They remained surprisingly intact for their first time walk. Only a few minor changes here and there.     "Good. And I take it you will be leaving soon for your own group?"     "Yes, in a bit. I just haven't visited and experienced this space in a while. To think this is a Nodo Fati."     "Always has been." The fox leaps from the shoulders of the Time Walker to the kneeling rail around the sanctuary altar. "You know I found two of the other Creators here, after all. Talk about a Custodius crossover."     The Time Walker ponders the information as she sits. She takes in the surroundings that creep into the dreams of her Creator from time to time. The dust on ...
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Progress Report: Aug 2025

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   PR #082025 Reported on 26 August 2025 Project 1: Writing     Novels Worked On: 2 of 7     Novels Completed: 0 of 7     Blog Posts Completed: 34/52 Project 2: Weight Management     Current Weight: 231.3     Weight Loss/Gain: +1.0 in August (-2.1 total in 2025) Project 3: Christmas Gifts     Part 1 Progress: 5%     Part 2 Progress: 6% Project 4: Savings Plan     Amount: $0/$10,000
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Canlanma Tales, Part 1 [Repost]

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 I've done Canlanma Street Level, but this is a different set of Canlanma Tales that came from the older blog I had in 2018. Enjoy! ~ 1: A Beginning  She watches over the calm. It is a stranger to her, almost unnervingly so. The stillness coaxes a mirage-like tension over the city below her gaze. Usually a hurried city with blooming markets and lengthy conversation droning over the walls, now reverently silent under the moons above. Her gaze drifts over to a rather odd sight: a queen as she scarfs down a slice of Chocolate Forest cake. "Gen... I didn't think you would eat the cake."   The queen flings her sights toward her new audience. "I- I- I-" She straightens up and does her best to swallow her bite. "I did not want to eat it in front of everyone else. So I waited-" She blinks and smirks. "I thought you had a cake as well, Animus."   Animus laughs and brings her wandering eyes back to the city. "I didn't feel like having any....
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Book Review #17

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This Is Modern Art By Kevin Coval and Idris Goodwin     I will admit, I came at this play with a bit of bias.      My experience with graffiti comes from the experiences I had with my dad removing it from the sides of houses and businesses. My dad had instilled in my a sort of defiant perspective on graffiti as we worked with the city: that by removing this, we were removing the influence of gangs and gang activity from the city. He truly believed that by getting rid of as many tags and pieces as he could, the gangs would just stop.      As I have learned from time and reading this as a reminder, that never actually works. That just gives the canvas to a new artist to play with, and a new set of tags a chance to appear.      This play is a beautiful conversation that I got to observe from a distance. While I am not a visual artist like these individuals are, I can understand from a general artist perspective the thrill of finding a ...
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Alastir's Story [Warning: Long/Incomplete Read!]

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 This is a long read, and incomplete one at that. I just wanted to post this here so I have a record of it somewhere. If you would like me to finish/flesh this out, please let me know on our mutual messaging system. Enjoy!  ~   “Wake up.”   I do as I am told. I blink to adjust to the light and white walls of this strange room. I glance over to the left and allow my body to adjust before noticing the other man. The man’s back is turned to me and facing a fountain. The only thing I notice is that the man is wearing a rather lavish white cloak with gold trim and rubies on the trim. The man turns. “My name is Ambassador Arthur.” I look over Ambassador Arthur. The man’s shoulder-length brown hair sweeps to the side as his green eyes flick up and down. The ambassador adjusts his cloak over his white and blue thawb. “Now, you’ve been brought to the city of Peponi by- well, it doesn’t matter where-” My mind suddenly leaves Ambassador Arthur’s words and flashes to t...
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