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Imber Befogged (Part 1)

#Wss366 9/25 #MastoPrompt 7-9/25

#Fog obscured the Wandering-Worlds. [Note 1] Though rare, it was not an unknown occurrence. Imbers [Note 2] who had found themselves befogged, reported finding their way back only by luck. Sometimes, Blades [Note 3] came for them later. It was best to keep quiet about what one saw in that #mist-shrouded landscape.

[Note 1] Wandering-Worlds: A liminal space affected by the imagination of wanderers. It serves as a shortcut between the floating continents.

[Note 2] Imbers: Individuals born with the power to walk the “Wandering-Worlds.”

[Note 3] Blades: Individuals tasked with hunting down and executing Imbers who break the law. They can suppress an Imber’s ability to walk the Wandering-Worlds.

“The Imber” only knew these things through rumors and stories told late at night. That was also forbidden, but when it was dark and no one could see the teller, stories would pass from speaker to listener. It was difficult to tell how distorted the stories had become as they passed from one Imber to another. “The Imber” doubted the stories of silver cities and feral undead monsters. But the fog was a thread that wound through all of them.

Now, “The Imber” knew that the fog was real because she was lost in it. The road she followed dipped downward rather than ascending. No matter how hard she tried to envision the road differently, it soon slipped back into its descent.

The road took a sharp turn, and she stood before a stone arch. Engraved words adorned its smooth white surface. The writing used an archaic form of the Shaw alphabet. “The Imber” studied the arabesque runes. Most of them were indecipherable. But scattered among the #sprays of flowers, she made out the words “History,” “Clay,” and a few common words.

Rather than enter the arch, she turned, looking to see if she could return the way she had come. However, the fog #snaked in heavy coils through the tumbled blocks that had once paved the road. Stories of undead monstrosities returned to her.

To be Continued

[Note 4] #FanFiction for a yet-to-be-published book, “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #Fantasy #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP

Imber Befogged (Part 1)

#Wss366 9/25 #MastoPrompt 7-9/25

#Fog obscured the Wandering-Worlds. [Note 1] Though rare, it was not an unknown occurrence. Imbers [Note 2] who had found themselves befogged, reported finding their way back only by luck. Sometimes, Blades [Note 3] came for them later. It was best to keep quiet about what one saw in that #mist-shrouded landscape.

[Note 1] Wandering-Worlds: A liminal space affected by the imagination of wanderers. It serves as a shortcut between the floating continents.

[Note 2] Imbers: Individuals born with the power to walk the “Wandering-Worlds.”

[Note 3] Blades: Individuals tasked with hunting down and executing Imbers who break the law. They can suppress an Imber’s ability to walk the Wandering-Worlds.

“The Imber” only knew these things through rumors and stories told late at night. That was also forbidden, but when it was dark and no one could see the teller, stories would pass from speaker to listener. It was difficult to tell how distorted the stories had become as they passed from one Imber to another. “The Imber” doubted the stories of silver cities and feral undead monsters. But the fog was a thread that wound through all of them.

Now, “The Imber” knew that the fog was real because she was lost in it. The road she followed dipped downward rather than ascending. No matter how hard she tried to envision the road differently, it soon slipped back into its descent.

The road took a sharp turn, and she stood before a stone arch. Engraved words adorned its smooth white surface. The writing used an archaic form of the Shaw alphabet. “The Imber” studied the arabesque runes. Most of them were indecipherable. But scattered among the #sprays of flowers, she made out the words “History,” “Clay,” and a few common words.

Rather than enter the arch, she turned, looking to see if she could return the way she had come. However, the fog #snaked in heavy coils through the tumbled blocks that had once paved the road. Stories of undead monstrosities returned to her.

To be Continued

[Note 4] #FanFiction for a yet-to-be-published book, “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #Fantasy #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP

Imber Befogged (Part 1)

#Wss366 9/25 #MastoPrompt 7-9/25

#Fog obscured the Wandering-Worlds. [Note 1] Though rare, it was not an unknown occurrence. Imbers [Note 2] who had found themselves befogged, reported finding their way back only by luck. Sometimes, Blades [Note 3] came for them later. It was best to keep quiet about what one saw in that #mist-shrouded landscape.

[Note 1] Wandering-Worlds: A liminal space affected by the imagination of wanderers. It serves as a shortcut between the floating continents.

[Note 2] Imbers: Individuals born with the power to walk the “Wandering-Worlds.”

[Note 3] Blades: Individuals tasked with hunting down and executing Imbers who break the law. They can suppress an Imber’s ability to walk the Wandering-Worlds.

“The Imber” only knew these things through rumors and stories told late at night. That was also forbidden, but when it was dark and no one could see the teller, stories would pass from speaker to listener. It was difficult to tell how distorted the stories had become as they passed from one Imber to another. “The Imber” doubted the stories of silver cities and feral undead monsters. But the fog was a thread that wound through all of them.

Now, “The Imber” knew that the fog was real because she was lost in it. The road she followed dipped downward rather than ascending. No matter how hard she tried to envision the road differently, it soon slipped back into its descent.

The road took a sharp turn, and she stood before a stone arch. Engraved words adorned its smooth white surface. The writing used an archaic form of the Shaw alphabet. “The Imber” studied the arabesque runes. Most of them were indecipherable. But scattered among the #sprays of flowers, she made out the words “History,” “Clay,” and a few common words.

Rather than enter the arch, she turned, looking to see if she could return the way she had come. However, the fog #snaked in heavy coils through the tumbled blocks that had once paved the road. Stories of undead monstrosities returned to her.

To be Continued

[Note 4] #FanFiction for a yet-to-be-published book, “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #Fantasy #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP

Imber Befogged (Part 1)

#Wss366 9/25 #MastoPrompt 7-9/25

#Fog obscured the Wandering-Worlds. [Note 1] Though rare, it was not an unknown occurrence. Imbers [Note 2] who had found themselves befogged, reported finding their way back only by luck. Sometimes, Blades [Note 3] came for them later. It was best to keep quiet about what one saw in that #mist-shrouded landscape.

[Note 1] Wandering-Worlds: A liminal space affected by the imagination of wanderers. It serves as a shortcut between the floating continents.

[Note 2] Imbers: Individuals born with the power to walk the “Wandering-Worlds.”

[Note 3] Blades: Individuals tasked with hunting down and executing Imbers who break the law. They can suppress an Imber’s ability to walk the Wandering-Worlds.

“The Imber” only knew these things through rumors and stories told late at night. That was also forbidden, but when it was dark and no one could see the teller, stories would pass from speaker to listener. It was difficult to tell how distorted the stories had become as they passed from one Imber to another. “The Imber” doubted the stories of silver cities and feral undead monsters. But the fog was a thread that wound through all of them.

Now, “The Imber” knew that the fog was real because she was lost in it. The road she followed dipped downward rather than ascending. No matter how hard she tried to envision the road differently, it soon slipped back into its descent.

The road took a sharp turn, and she stood before a stone arch. Engraved words adorned its smooth white surface. The writing used an archaic form of the Shaw alphabet. “The Imber” studied the arabesque runes. Most of them were indecipherable. But scattered among the #sprays of flowers, she made out the words “History,” “Clay,” and a few common words.

Rather than enter the arch, she turned, looking to see if she could return the way she had come. However, the fog #snaked in heavy coils through the tumbled blocks that had once paved the road. Stories of undead monstrosities returned to her.

To be Continued

[Note 4] #FanFiction for a yet-to-be-published book, “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #Fantasy #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP

Imber Befogged (Part 1)

#Wss366 9/25 #MastoPrompt 7-9/25

#Fog obscured the Wandering-Worlds. [Note 1] Though rare, it was not an unknown occurrence. Imbers [Note 2] who had found themselves befogged, reported finding their way back only by luck. Sometimes, Blades [Note 3] came for them later. It was best to keep quiet about what one saw in that #mist-shrouded landscape.

[Note 1] Wandering-Worlds: A liminal space affected by the imagination of wanderers. It serves as a shortcut between the floating continents.

[Note 2] Imbers: Individuals born with the power to walk the “Wandering-Worlds.”

[Note 3] Blades: Individuals tasked with hunting down and executing Imbers who break the law. They can suppress an Imber’s ability to walk the Wandering-Worlds.

“The Imber” only knew these things through rumors and stories told late at night. That was also forbidden, but when it was dark and no one could see the teller, stories would pass from speaker to listener. It was difficult to tell how distorted the stories had become as they passed from one Imber to another. “The Imber” doubted the stories of silver cities and feral undead monsters. But the fog was a thread that wound through all of them.

Now, “The Imber” knew that the fog was real because she was lost in it. The road she followed dipped downward rather than ascending. No matter how hard she tried to envision the road differently, it soon slipped back into its descent.

The road took a sharp turn, and she stood before a stone arch. Engraved words adorned its smooth white surface. The writing used an archaic form of the Shaw alphabet. “The Imber” studied the arabesque runes. Most of them were indecipherable. But scattered among the #sprays of flowers, she made out the words “History,” “Clay,” and a few common words.

Rather than enter the arch, she turned, looking to see if she could return the way she had come. However, the fog #snaked in heavy coils through the tumbled blocks that had once paved the road. Stories of undead monstrosities returned to her.

To be Continued

[Note 4] #FanFiction for a yet-to-be-published book, “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #Fantasy #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP

#TwitterPurge #TwitterMigration I checked the bird app earlier and #ketchup was trending, so you know that means the orange man is trending with it. 🙄 🍅 🤦‍♀️

So, I #snaked myself TF out of there and came back here because I can't even with that place right now.

I've got important highly venomous Brazilian coral #snakes #cakes and #coffee to match up with #ketchup and #mustard so I can purge the negative vibes from my brain with #science facts before I lose brain cells! 🐍🤪 🚫 🧠

#TwitterPurge #TwitterMigration I checked the bird app earlier and #ketchup was trending, so you know that means the orange man is trending with it. 🙄 🍅 🤦‍♀️

So, I #snaked myself TF out of there and came back here because I can't even with that place right now.

I've got important highly venomous Brazilian coral #snakes #cakes and #coffee to match up with #ketchup and #mustard so I can purge the negative vibes from my brain with #science facts before I lose brain cells! 🐍🤪 🚫 🧠

#TwitterPurge #TwitterMigration I checked the bird app earlier and #ketchup was trending, so you know that means the orange man is trending with it. 🙄 🍅 🤦‍♀️

So, I #snaked myself TF out of there and came back here because I can't even with that place right now.

I've got important highly venomous Brazilian coral #snakes #cakes and #coffee to match up with #ketchup and #mustard so I can purge the negative vibes from my brain with #science facts before I lose brain cells! 🐍🤪 🚫 🧠

#TwitterPurge #TwitterMigration I checked the bird app earlier and #ketchup was trending, so you know that means the orange man is trending with it. 🙄 🍅 🤦‍♀️

So, I #snaked myself TF out of there and came back here because I can't even with that place right now.

I've got important highly venomous Brazilian coral #snakes #cakes and #coffee to match up with #ketchup and #mustard so I can purge the negative vibes from my brain with #science facts before I lose brain cells! 🐍🤪 🚫 🧠

#TwitterPurge #TwitterMigration I checked the bird app earlier and #ketchup was trending, so you know that means the orange man is trending with it. 🙄 🍅 🤦‍♀️

So, I #snaked myself TF out of there and came back here because I can't even with that place right now.

I've got important highly venomous Brazilian coral #snakes #cakes and #coffee to match up with #ketchup and #mustard so I can purge the negative vibes from my brain with #science facts before I lose brain cells! 🐍🤪 🚫 🧠