Author: Jayce Ran
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West wind carries my character,east light sharpens my mind;two lanterns arguing softlyover who will guide my stride.But a single flame makes shadows,and shadows make me blind. I once walked only by thinkingclear maps, cold stones, thin air;every riddle bowed before…
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The world stands on its peak,like a coin that refuses to fall.Every street feels thin beneath me,every handshake hides a thorn in the soft.They say one wiser heart todaymust carry the weight of seven sagesyet mine keeps slipping through the…
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I stand in the glass where the daylight shiversPolishing courage along my skinFolly waits by the door like weatherTrying to storm its way back in I dress in patience thread by threadLace my calm where my heartbeat sitsDiscourtesy knocks with…
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A tiny spark slips under the doorCalling her sisters like storms to the shoreOne little shadow can summon a crowdThreading the silence, unraveling loudSo hush when the small wrong wanders nearHer older kin are always here Every quiet tremor learnsThe…
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The world holds its breath for the ones who walk gently,weavers of warm mornings, fixers of torn hours.Love doesn’t rise on its own, someone warms the bowl,someone kneads the moment till the daylight flowers. Admiration is a lantern, but goodwill…
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Hush now, traveler, the doorway widens,a hollow carved by heavier hands.Great voices linger inside its ribcage,their echoes pacing like caged demands.A warning hangs in the dust-lit archway:enter only if you’re willing to grow taller than the ghosts. Beware the gap…where…
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Chapter 10: Worry Not Apricot twisted beneath her blankets. Midnight lay quiet, but whispers moved through the plaster, soft and damp, running along the walls in time with the red blink of her alarm. Something else breathed in the room.…
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Chapter 9: Trial By Fire Apricot pushed through the automatic doors and the store’s noise shut off behind her. The parking lot lay mostly empty, a few cars scattered among oil puddles holding the neon from across the street. Cold…
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Chapter 8: Midnight Blues A single streetlamp hung overhead, its filament spitting weak yellow light. Beneath it, something shuddered. It was almost a man, but the form sagged and quivered as though struggling to remember the shape it should hold.…
