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01 . The Shaping of the Land . In the beginning, there was only the void, vast and endless, unbroken by light or sound. From this emptiness emerged Elora, the eternal goddess whose heart carried the song of creation. Her voice wove the fabric of existence, and with each note, the world of Eldoria took form-a land rich in wonder, beauty, and endless possibility. Elora sculpted the towering mountains and carved the rolling rivers, her hands shaping the balance of the elements. She breathed life into the forests, set stars into the heavens, and called forth the sun to warm the earth. Each corner of Eldoria bore her mark, her love, and her vision for a world where harmony could thrive. As the land blossomed, Elora saw the need for guardians–beings who could protect her creation and guide its people. Thus, she forged the Houses of Aetherial Academy, imbuing each with a unique essence tied to the elements: Solara (the House of Light), Noctis (the House of Shadow), Ignis (the House of Fire), and Abyssodon (the House of Earth). Each house was given a sacred purpose, and their members swore to uphold balance in Eldoria, For centuries, the houses flourished, their unity a testament to Elora’s design. But the harmony was not eternal. Deep within the void another being stirred (Classified Info), the forgotten god. Their heart burned with jealousy and defiance, and their presence would soon threaten the peace of Eldoria. Thus, the land’s foundations were laid, its beauty bound by both light and shadow, awaiting the trials to come.

02 . The Fractured Balance. For centuries, the Houses of Eldoria thrived, their powers in harmony, each fulfilling their sacred roles. Solara’s light guided the lost, Noctis’s shadow concealed and protected secrets, Ignis’s flame inspired courage, and Abyssodon’s earth nurtured the land. Together, they upheld the balance Elora had envisioned. Yet, beneath this unity, cracks began to form, unnoticed by many. Whispers of dissent and ambition spread among the houses. Rivalries emerged, fueled by pride and the desire for supremacy. Solara's brilliance at times overshadowed others, igniting envy. Ignis’s fiery passion could spark recklessness, and Noctis’s mysteries bred suspicion. Abyssodon, often caught in the middle, grew weary of the mounting tensions. What was once a delicate balance now teetered on the edge of discord. Unbeknownst to all, these fractures were not of mere mortal origin. In the shadow of creation lurked (Classified Info), cast aside and forgotten. Unlike Elora, who sought harmony, (Classified Info) craved dominion. Hidden within the void, they observed the houses, exploiting their vulnerabilities and fanning the flames of division. Through subtle manipulations, (Classified Info) sowed chaos across Eldoria. They corrupted artifacts, turning them into tools of discord, and whispered false prophecies into the ears of those seeking power. As the houses turned against one another, their unity shattered, and Eldoria’s balance faltered. The once-vibrant land became a place of unease, its future uncertain. In the midst of this turmoil, the true threat of (Classified Info) remained hidden, their influence growing stronger with each passing day. The goddess Elora, though distant, felt the shift and knew that the land she loved was on the brink of catastrophe. From her silence, she began to weave a plan, trusting that the champions of Eldoria would rise to face the trials ahead.

03 . Whispers in the Dark. As Eldoria’s unity faltered, an unseen presence lingered in the corners of the land, feeding off the growing unrest. The skies, once vibrant and clear, now seemed heavy with an unspoken weight. Beneath the surface of every conflict, beneath the roar of battle and the whispers of betrayal, there was a shadow watching, waiting. It was not a figure of flesh and blood, but something more elusive—a force of manipulation and quiet power. They, who had once been a part of Elora’s vision, had withdrawn into the forgotten folds of existence, seeking refuge in the void. There, they crafted their plans, stirring chaos without revealing their true face. The houses, divided by their own ambition and insecurities, began to unravel in ways no one could understand. What once seemed like simple rivalries now felt like a carefully orchestrated symphony of destruction. The champions of Eldoria, unaware of the force pulling the strings behind the scenes, became the pawns in an elaborate game. Each house believed they were acting in their own best interest, unaware that their moves were being shaped by unseen hands. A prophecy, altered and distorted, reached the ears of those desperate for guidance. Its words, once filled with hope, now spoke of ruin and decay, urging the people to fight amongst themselves for a power they barely understood. As the chaos spread, the land of Eldoria became a shadow of its former self. The once vibrant fields of Abyssodon grew barren, the radiant skies of Solara dimmed, the fierce fires of Ignis turned to ashes, and the silent depths of Noctis echoed with uncertainty. And still, the dark presence, neither fully seen nor fully understood, whispered to those who were willing to listen, bending their wills ever closer to the brink of ruin. In the stillness of the night, Elora’s gaze lingered upon the land she had shaped. She could feel the growing tension, the trembling foundation of Eldoria. But even as the shadows drew closer, she knew that the light of hope had not yet been extinguished. The champions of the houses—those who still believed in the unity of the land—had yet to rise. It was only a matter of time before their path would intersect with the dark force pulling at the edges of their world. And when they did, the truth would begin to unfold.

I’m looking for voice actors and animators etc SOON! This is a passion product not a paid one :>

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The Ink of Memory & War: An Introduction to Sioren

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Stories are not merely words on a page; they are echoes of the past, fragments of what was and what could have been. I am Sioren, a weaver of tales where emotions bleed like ink, where love is both a salvation and a battlefield, and where the weight of memory shapes the very fabric of existence. My stories do not merely unfold—they linger, like whispered confessions between history and the present, like a soldier’s letter never sent.

At the heart of my work is “Dear Arthur: A Soldier’s Farewell”, a story not just of war, but of the wars waged within. It is a tale of boyhood promises turned to dust, of strength mistaken for weakness, of love buried beneath the heavy hands of expectation. Arthur and Zyn are not merely characters; they are echoes of a world where softness is seen as a flaw, where love is a quiet rebellion against forces too vast to name. Their story is not written in victories, but in the spaces between—a glance, a hesitation, a word left unspoken yet understood.

My writing is poetic, yet unflinching; philosophical, yet deeply personal. I do not simply tell stories—I unravel them, thread by thread, until all that remains is truth, raw and undressed. To read my work is to step into a world where sentiment is sacred, where sorrow is not weakness but a testament to the depth of feeling.

If you find beauty in the quiet devastation of love, in the way time erodes yet preserves, then perhaps you will find yourself within these pages. For in the end, we are all searching for the same thing—to be remembered, to be understood, to know that even in farewell, love lingers still.

my usertag is oursilentframe on every platform !! hopefully this “boost” works and reaches my audience .. [more stories coming! novel based, webtoon for childhood backstories, and gacha based]

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“Dear Arthur,”

This is a story of a boy who never wanted to live and another who made life worth it. A tale of two souls, bound not by blood or destiny, but by something deeper—an unspoken understanding, a love that existed before they even knew its name.

Zyn was born into a world that had already decided who he should be. A soldier, a man of war, a blade sharpened for a battle he never chose. He walked through life with a heavy heart, believing that fate had carved his path in stone. That he was meant to be alone. That he was meant to break before he could ever heal.

And then there was Arthur. A light in the dark. A boy who believed in the beauty of the world, even when it hurt him. Who held out his hand, stubborn and unwavering, whispering that life could be more than duty, more than pain. Who saw Zyn—not as his father’s son, not as a soldier in the making, but simply as a boy who deserved to be loved.

They were, in every sense, two halves of the same soul. Where one was fire, the other was warmth. Where one was the sword, the other was the shield. To know one was to understand the other, and to lose one… was to shatter the world they had built together.

But fate is unkind to those who love beyond the boundaries it has set.

Their story is not one of happy endings. It is not a tale of victory, nor of defiance that bends the will of the universe. It is the story of two boys who found everything in each other—only to have it ripped away. A love written in the stars, but cursed to be seen from opposite ends of the sky.

Still, if you asked Zyn, he would say this:

“If loving him was the only war I ever fought, then I have already won.”

And if you asked Arthur, he would smile and say:

“Even if fate takes you away, I will always find you in the stars.”

This is Dear Arthur: A Soldier’s Farewell.

A story of love, war, and the quiet tragedy of two souls that were never meant to part—

And yet, always will.

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by Molly Buford

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“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

— Sylvia Plath

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

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To The Person Who Walked Past The Window - Jordan Bolton

My first book ‘Blue Sky Through the Window of a Moving Car’ is now available to pre-order! Get it here - https://smarturl.it/BlueSky

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@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

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— Nikita Gill

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— via knjfedog

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this poem is about being nonbinary.

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— Nitya Prakash

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May Sarton, The House by the Sea

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He’s trying to catch them all

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