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promptedbeauty (-3)(1)in Liketu • last month
The Lamplighter's Apprentice
A story about inherited hope, and the light we are all meant to keep.
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promptedbeauty (-3)(1)in OCD • 2 months ago
The Echo of Duty
A security guard finds a haunted elevator. But the ghost isn't trying to scare him. It's trying to finish its shift.
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promptedbeauty (-3)(1)in #art • 2 months ago
When Dreams Devour Reality: A Journey Through Digital Wonderlands
At 3:47 AM, I fell through my phone screen. What I found on the other side is the secret reality we all live in now.
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promptedbeauty (-3)(1)in #engrave • 3 months ago
The Language Beyond Words
🌿 A short story born from this art… The morning mist rose from the forest floor like whispered confessions, and Maya found herself drawn deeper into the woods than ever…
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promptedbeauty (-3)(1)in #fiction • 3 months ago
The Weight of Forgotten Summers
A short story, born from this animation. The morning finds me the way it always has these past seven years: rooted to this spot like some cursed oak, my feet having long…
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promptedbeauty (-3)(1)in #fiction • 4 months ago
The Final Filter
A short story, born from this animation. His life was a monument to the mundane. A grey cubicle, instant noodles that tasted of cardboard, and a silence in his apartment so…
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promptedbeauty (-3)(1)in #fiction • 4 months ago
4:20 AM
The emptiness had a hum. A low, synthetic drone that vibrated from the floor, through the soles of her boots, and settled in the hollow space where a soul should be. It was the…
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promptedbeauty (-3)(1)in #sciencefiction • 4 months ago
The Crimson Cipher
She let the last bubble of air escape her lips, a final, fleeting ghost of her terrestrial life. Her eyelids were heavy, sealed not by pressure, but by choice. The world she was…
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promptedbeauty (-3)(1)in #sciencefiction • 4 months ago
The Art of Temporal Excision
The rain in Neo-Kyoto wasn’t water. It was a hemorrhage of data, crimson streams bleeding from the sky-bound servers that choked the stars. It slicked the permacrete alleys and…
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