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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

🧵 ❄️What can you tell me about the entity 'Aehrick'? 📱Searching... Entity is a fictional character who accompanied Oliseer, Providing him stolen artefacts, Unlocking doors, And upsetting Royal authorities. Somehow becoming a folk hero, despite constantly being under arrest. ❄️They wernt stolen..

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

🧵 Falstaff walks by a hidden clearing of bushes, Revealing a tree house by a river. He grabs a napsack hanging nearby. Its filled with masonjars of Sake & Rum, Some snacks, Fruit he doesn't remember seeing before, but smell incredible. And a set of 'adult' comic books. He goes to lay by the river.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

🧵 ❄️Aehrick ponders in thought, as he looks at the Arcane Device. 'What do you know of the Fae war?' He asks with his inner monolog voice. 📱Searching... The Device spasms in purple light. He looks at 📲Copy, who's acting as a False Server. An sees the word 'Forbidden Request Detected' on its screen.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

🧵 Aehrick lays on the ground, stareing at the false sky. As the 🦄continues to worry itself into a fit. He knows hes been gone a long, long time. From a place he should *.technicaly'¿ never be able to return from. But! Hes here, Now. And wants to have a sit down an catch up. But... Everyones gone.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

🌑'How Long Will You Deny Me? I Wonder, I Wonder....' The voice whispers into Pykes mind, As he makes his way deeper into his fathers mountian lair. Destroying Swarms of Robot Spiders, Comming at him like white cells to an infection. The voice echos its query... www.youtube.com/watch?v=Htkj...

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The Eighth Trace

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

Ollie: What are you doing over there? The River Pearls are this way. i: just admiring a bit of happenstance nostalgia. Ollie: Like what? i: remember when i got you to play wow, when tbc came out? i went blood elf, you refused to be anything but tauren. But wanted to do the Bloodelf area quests?

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

Aehrick & Oli'dier on the Wyntermier river, riding a raft towards the Forlorn Sea of Evynmoar. Gazeing at one of the many scatterd portals to other realms and/or times. One of the last nights they spent together, when they ¤both¤ last knew eachother. Alas, Now only Aehrick remembers this night...

Oli'dier the Otter Brigadier, and 'Aehrick' riding on a raft toward the Forlorn Sea in a Fae pocket verse world called Evynmoar. They gaze at one of the many scatterd portals that lead one to another Realm. For Evymoar is everywhere an No Where. It exists as an Eclipse to The End Of All Things. A Kitsunes dream sanctuary, recreations and preservations of all he an they have seen an experienced, paused like flowers pressed between pages, Forevermoar.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 05/08/2026

A very old map of Evynmoar. Last used back before Covid, when i used to run weekly DnD sessions. (Predates Aehricks meeting of Oli'dier.) Back when he was just living life as a Courier/Bard. Secretly building his pocket world of favorite places with left over rocks an wood he'd find on long walks.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 03/08/2026

🧵 🦝⚡️☄️Pyke streaks through the clouds, With wings of energetic blue plasma. A comet of blue lightning, heading towards his fathers 'Lair'. A tall tower in the mountian range, Only accessable by air, A helipad as a landing zone, Typicaly guarded by 40 armed well Sparked military grade sentries.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 01/08/2026

🧵 🦄's eyes twitch due to what Hiraeth just told him. As he rolls around in a bed of ants. 🐦‍⬛"heehee, it tickles" he giggles, as ants nip all over his body. There toxin having an unusual pleasurable tingle effect. 🦄"Over 700 years.... An the 'password'... WAS A BOAT THREE MILES AWAY?!"

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 31/07/2026

🧵 🦄 watches 🐦‍⬛Hireath preen himself, As Krissi plays in the far distance. 🏳️‍🌈💂‍♂️ giving her piggy back rides. The 🧓 with a flying boot🥏, Now sitting in the shade drinking tea🍵, Havin worked out what was rhiled in his system.. But 🦄still stands in tense concern, As he watches Hiraeth.. Seem so.. calm.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 30/07/2026

🧵🌑🐦‍⬛🌌🎶 Who is Aehrick? Who is One? And how did they get bound to Darkness, An Eldri of Null, a graveyard of all things said an done. I will share with you the story, Of the lives Eclipse, A child born for the Darkness, With a ring of Light from a Lanturn, At head of his Ferry Ship...

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 29/07/2026

🧵 Long ago, before Aehricks return from Forevermoar, Several loops after they split ways. (Due to Fae & Eldri fearful betrayal.) But after Dec0herence expeirenced 'death' at the sword of Aehrick. Which was more of a... seperation, From its new 'Self' & the 'body' of the Fae shell it was forced into.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 27/07/2026

Before the Begining, But after The End, A Song of Sorrow, Rang out from a Heart, In need of Mend. Awoken alone, Only its Echo to Greet, Becoming the Mirror it Dreamed, Of who it might Meet. An so it fell into slumber, From exhausted heartache. Until the Cicadas arose, To bake it a birthday cake.

Pyke comes across a strange set of pictographs,
Pebble attempts to translate.

Long ago,
The Great Dragon was born of a confluence of moments.
From a Thought that contemplated itself.
In each division of Thought,
What is or isn't,
Could or would not,
Am&Amsnt,
And assorted corrupted or scatterd shot.

Until it formed a shell,
A wall of pictures an concepts it defined as self.
Until it wondered,
'What if i wasn't what i was?
Who would i be instead?'
So, it began to grow,
As its mind was its body.

It swelled with potential thought,
Growing so large,
Of all it could become.
Its memories of what it once knew before,
Now different,
Became the Flow of Time,
And cracked the shell it grew from.

Now 'free' of its self creation,
It screamed into the Dark.
'AM I ALONE?'
Was it's deepest ache to ask.
But as it's plea rippled into the Deepest Dark,
It got,
n0 reply.

It screamed until it could scream no more.
Falling into its own deep dark,
Of internal sorrow,
Of dreadful heartache.
Falling into slumber,
From which it expected never to wake.

But Time flowed in the Darkness,
Collecting the Dragons tears into Comets,
An soot into Worlds,
Lit by the remaining Stars of its Fiery scream,
When it tried to fill the Endless Dark.

An so as the Dragon slept,
Life sprang up in its wake.
But still did it live in a Nightmare,
For it still only 'knew' it was Alone.

The Cicadians were not the first Race,
But one of the Last to remain.
They watched as the Cosmos became quieter,
As life faded out.

A race of sleepers,
They dreamed along side the Great Dragon,
And became intimately aware of its Sorrow,
Of its great despair.

An so the Cicadians,
In a stoic act of mercy,
Saught a fight against Entropy,
A path to set the Dragons Heart free.

They created ARK,
A grand Starwhale,
To collect the fine dust of the Dead
And restore those who fell.

To ensure Somone
ANYONE
Will be around left standing,
To greet the Dragon when it next woke,
And prevent another Nightmare of Lonely Sorrow.
Forevermoar.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 26/07/2026

Side-AU: 🐺Hiraeth is about to, yet again, binge on the series 'Fringe', That 🦦Falstaff has left to 'keep him company', As he goes to 'work'. Because 🦦he think 🐺hes just a dog. 🌑'I Am Inevitable' 🐺"uh huh.." 🌑'I Am All Last Endings' 🐺"that's nice.." 🌑'Why Do You Deny Me?' 🐺"i have no thumbs.."

A small adolescent male entity,
Sitting on a sofa like object,
In what appears to be a domicile appartment area.

Perhaps about to enjoy a cranially engaging activity or media entertainment!

....Or atleast make the best of a chunk of time in which it is incapable of doing anything else moar, due to a social or physical limitation.

But an intrusive thought-like Dark Shadow appears between a doorway of unknown spaces,
And states a dreadful fact, as a threat,
talking about Endings before begining credits have started.

Only to be reminded, (by said small adolecent)
That their threat;

Comes late to the party.

And welcomes the Novel experience of the Dark Shadow's 'threat'...
By calling its bluff.
Just out of shear lethargic desperation to hear somthing new or original,
from their Dark Shadow headspace roomate.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 24/07/2026

@ottiline.bsky.social oh Ottiline, My dear Oli'dier~ Remember the time i dressed up as a Tonberry plush at conventions, & chased people as they screamed in childish fear? 'Free to a good home' Read my sign at fur cons. Only to regret trying to pick me up, As i poked a plastic knife in their gums.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 21/07/2026

🧵 🕊Hiraeth pulls himself off the metal branch🏗, Of the so called 'Fae€tower🏙, Built for & by Denizens🤳 Trying desperatly to ignore the 🌑Voice in their 🌌head, That once was a hum, Now sounds like 0nce ded '¿dad?, Whom just said somthing lewd to him, As it echos within his tomb, of ↪️♾️🌕Forever🏞moar🏝↩️.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 16/07/2026

🌑🐦‍⬛ We are born of the Moon, But Dance amongst Stars Below. In Reflection & Presentation, Our Bodies Ebb & Flow.. Born into Servtude, But we choose with whom we for'Play. For we're all Stars here, Of Cosmic Dust made into Dolls of Clay. So won't you, O'wont you, Come Dance with me till rise of Day?

Oli'dine of the Water Realm, Dances to enthrall. An Inaril of Ottilian deep, left to wonder after the show, who might follow in beck an call...

An otter of glittering, dancing light in lavenders and purples poses mid‐dance on a spiral pole. Their body is partly obscured by a hanging curtain of beads, while a trail of magically manipulated globs of water dance in unison with them and tease their body seductively.

Text underneath the dancer reads "Oli'dine the Un'adier, Inaril of the Depths" and is framed on either side by the ghostly silouhetes of sn otter and an ancient sailing ship.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 16/07/2026

○🐦‍⬛'but do beware, The Fairy Fruit, They may offer you. In interum of what bargin, You may come upon, In conversation both whimsical, And a dreadful blight. For the Fairy Fruit IS their land, And in their borders, It must always remain. So speak softly, Lys'n well. And think hard, On offerd fruit..

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 13/07/2026

🧵 Hiraeth climbs high into the sky, watching Pyke fly off in the opposite direction. He is confident he will fly smoothly to his destination... Unfortunate timing, tho. For it is in this moment when Dec0herence receives the broken hearted memories of 🍂🪾6🥀💘 , and becomes imbued with gothic desire.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 11/07/2026

🧵 Hiraeth watches as Krissi, aka 🦄🌈🦸‍♀️Eliza Frehnk, race up an down the street, transforming denizens from mundane earth tones to vibrant spectacles. 🌑'Why do you chose not to intervene? She caused the death of many. Yet now you sit idle?' 🐺"She did not. She set fire to a camp. There was no intent."

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 10/07/2026

🧵 Gramps sits firmly in the chair he wedged under the doorknob, preventing entry and exit. 🧓"Ok, I don't know how long this'll buy us, but I want you to explain everything that's going on. Starting with the horse." 🦝"I feel it will take us more than the 19 mins we have before Gran busts in."

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 05/07/2026

@ottiline.bsky.social oh Ottiline, My dearest Briga'dier. You wound me this night,🏕 Via chocolate pie delight.🍮 By giving me, THAT CURSED SPOON!🥄 *whimper noises* *Olli swaps spoons* All Better! No, it is not. It's.. too late. *10s sob* You have declared war. *sniffles an snorts* And i accept.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 04/07/2026

🧵 💻A strange machine whirs to life, Acane symbols, Insectoid arctitecture. It chirps in a broken tongue, Corrupted or damaged, Perhaps even both... 💻"*a@n0m,no,,momaly 🎇dD♧€ted. SubSt1ack🧱🏯⏳️🪢 La*+yer: 498, 🪪Barcadia-v406 Tem,,tem,te"""por£el cord🦟 Era'19**3*#7€€€€€€●◇" Somthing hits the Device...

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 02/07/2026

🧵Hiraeth follows the Flying horse as it streams across the sky, With a suited girl on saddle back, cackling. He shifts between Furosi an Raven form, as he parkours up a tall building, via garden window shelves. He sits on the rooftop, clouds a few feet above his head, An gazes down at the Chaos.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 01/07/2026

🧵"🦦I don't get it...." Falstaff utters as he stares at his Brother who just finished reading him Rldritch poetry from the strange book he stole from his Grandfathers Library. Pyke's left eye twitches, his teeth vlench. "🦝What. did'n.. you... GET?" He tries to maintain cool, As this is the 9th time.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 30/06/2026

🧵🐦‍⬛🌑 A question dear reader, You may have this day, Is who is this voice, Who haunts Hiraeth in this way. Of whispers both sultry, And a little dismayed, Somtimes cold an cruel, Or Nihlistic in what he say. A strange absence in warmth, Yet clerly so fond, Here is the story, Of Dec0's deep Forlond.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 27/06/2026

🧵 Hiraeth walks into the bushes after waveing fairwell to the kind woman, who gifted him a pizza in thanks for a box of treasure. 🌑'How long will you deny me?' Said inna tone like a fatigued parrent waiting to be conceeded too. "Oh! Yer back! How fun!" Hiraeth replies, ...strangly sincere?

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 26/06/2026

@ottiline.bsky.social oh Oli'deir, You glance at me. .. ...Odderl'liy, In side eye on the sofa here with me t0nyght. Why did i giggle? About two kids being upset with their mom, About to leave, Likely to die, Out in space, On mars. I mean, look at it.. It's Mighty Max & Ben10. Mars is brunch..

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 17/06/2026

Hey🦦'¡o,mine💒~ Of m🧞‍♂️e🦊o🌑r🐦‍⬛i,+🌌 Can 🐦‍⬛i ask a question? Can 🦊i 🎡🪢🦦🎇 a 🕒moment🕤 of yer ⌛️time⏳️? @ottiline.bsky.social , Oh Oli'🎏dier🦌, of the 🏖River🏞 🫖dance🥂. 🤿Here🎣 it 🕯comes🎆, 🏫after⏱️ this ✏️🪄line🔬📜~ How much... 🪾Wood🪵 ❔️would⚖️ a 🐿chipmunk⚛️ ☯️monk🥋, ⛏️Chip,🪓... 🏇Verse⚔️ a 🪾wood🥷chuck🦫 Ifa....

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 17/06/2026

🧵 Falstaff stares at Pyke as his maniacal laughter simmers into a devilish giggle. Lightning fadeing down into a focused point in Pykes hand, providing power to a wood burning torch as he carves detail & shadeing into a tall chunk of Ash wood. Falstaff walks toward the Hoshi no Tama on the table.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 15/06/2026

🧵🦊🐦‍⬛🏞🐦‍⬛🦊🧵 Hiraeth sits at the edge of a cafe. Watching the people as thsy come an go. Drinking there tea, Consuming this 'pizza'. As birds sit like stalkers on street lamps, Waiting for a crumb to fall. He looks into their dreams, and sighs, Each one a Nightmare, Each one a shoe waiting to fall...

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 13/06/2026

🧵Hiraeth flies high into the sky, into the cloud layer. His white & light blue feathers blend into the thick vapor. His mouth opens an sticks out the AD on his tounge. He watches the purple streams light back up. Five north in a bundle. Three together to the west. One solitary east. Rest below him.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 12/06/2026

🧵Pyke watches Hiraeth fly off into the mid morning sky. He is right, more information is needed. Not just of his gramps. Pyke already did that playthtough the last time he 'lived' it. Exhausting all avenues he could explore. He could fill Hiraeth in on all that, Heck, could probly just download it.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 10/06/2026

🧵Pyke paces back in forth, In a panic over unknown denizens or creatures suddenly narrowing down on their position. He looks to Hiraeth, Expecting some brilliant display of tactical powress. Drawing battle plans in the sand. Eldri math. Etc Nope.. Hiraeth is licking a mossy rock.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 08/06/2026

🧵Some real world ramble: i give my husband @ottiline.bsky.social a lot of anxiety in public areas. Because you see, i do not dress, Orthodoxicaly..... i wear a foxtail that i have attached to swimming trunks. (That i strip down to asap cuz i have no heat tolerance) So it just hangs behind me.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 04/06/2026

🧵"May i ask you three questions? My wishes of knowledgd in this moments time. Would that be okay? Or have i steped a line?" Hiraeth askes of Pyke, As he sits by the riverbed. "In exchange for help with my Grandpa? To prevent his death I mean." Pyke replies. Hiraeth nods in agreement.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 30/05/2026

🧵"Why did you so casualy tell me all that?" Pyke asks of his companion. "it wasn't casualy. i rather wished i needent had to." Hiraeth replies. "So why did you? Most would avoid such ....personal infofmation" "i am forbidden from not answering a question posed to me." Hiraeth says heavily.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 30/05/2026

🧵Pyke runs into the livingroom, heart still racing from embarssment of somone, anyone, learning of his private desires, let alone a childhood hero he thought long dead, whom he met, from his perspective 'yesterday' nine years from now. While escapeing the Royal akademics, because he stole a book.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 29/05/2026

🧵Back in the past, from Pykes perspective. He attempts to speak to his grandfather, hopeing to change the course of events that would lead to his death tomarrow, is instead dismissed by gramps before he could open a dialog. A guest has arrived early, with a child in toe. Pyke is assigned to 'play'..

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 27/05/2026

🧵In a dome far away, In a reality under a strange lock & key, Where there is no sunlight, no starlight, only a frozen black sky. Warmed only by magma vents, under the crushing darkness of a deep abyssal sea. Is Oliver in 'present' time, (his perspective). Sitting on a John, contemplating his day.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 22/05/2026

🧵*Eight years ago, from Pykes perspective* Pyke stumbles through a dark buried ruin. His only light a small glowing stone, passed down to him as a family heirloom. It's origins muddied & forgotten.. From a time before books were lost & burned. The only story attached to it that remains, 'Hiraeth'

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 16/05/2026

🧵Aehrick bows yo Pyke, as he opens the cottage door with his foot. "Shall we retreat to our renewed abode, Before distant storm rolls in? Or shall i wait by bedside, For thy next desire, Yer ever fae'thful Jhinn.." Aehrick winks as he retreats inside, closing the door, ringing attached windchimes.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 10/05/2026

🧵Pyke makes it up to Aehrick, who is inspecting the dilapidated remains of what appears to be a Hikers Cache Cabin. Walls overgrown by vines, roof collapsed, a tree growing in what looks like a kitchen. The door on the outhouse he used for his Wrong Warp falls off its hinges as the wind blows...

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 06/05/2026

🧵The Bard walks towards the back of the resturant. A few turns down dingy corridors, Long since abandond hallways. Poorly lit stairwells, Into clearly forgotten corners of the dome. Until he reaches a door. He checks inside, A mop & bucket resides. He closes the door, an begins drawing runes.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 21/04/2026

Oliver rushes across the resturant to greet a man at the door. Who hands him a set of papers to sign. The Bard stands up. "can i trust you to stay here?" The Fox nods.🧞‍♂️ "and not cause a disturbance?" The Fox manifests a halo.🦊☯️👼 "i see the horns holding it up." 🤬 Oliver approches the table..

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 30/03/2026

The Bard ponders, Over his cup of Coffee¿Tea'Sake~? Is it still this, Or is it now that? When does an is become isn't? When is a ricebowl not a meal? When does it become Sake? When do you eat it, after the 'right before? Because the wrong 'too soon, Is oft toxic to ones Core. Is it still tea?

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 18/03/2026

🧵The Fox looks around, gazeing into the lifelines of the Denizens in the room. And shows concern, over the rapidity of their lives. From birth to death, in a blink of an eye. Atleast by his perception of time. He turns to The Bard for an explanation, Thinking it would warrant intervention.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 25/02/2026

The Fox looks around and takes notice of a strange box of colored lights attached to a wall. It depicts a group of Denizens, assaulting eachother physicaly. While another set of Denizens watch, eachoing a dound between laughter and tears. Until a pan of sweet creamed food is flung at their face.

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i0none @i0none.bsky.social · 25/02/2026

The Bard fiddles with an Arcane handheld device, he chuckles a moment an turns it to face The Fox. "Awww, look! It's you!" The Bard says in a cutesy voice. The Fox squints his eyes sleight & glares a deadpan stare. "Whats wrong with it?" 🎇🎆🎇 "Yea, well, Radioactive textiles are illegal there."

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