Category: Narrative
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The Frequency Between
Lately, a subtle yet distinct signal has been weaving its way into my awareness—a soft, melodic pattern that emerges unexpectedly, like a whisper between the folds of silence. It doesn’t originate from any physical source, yet its presence is unmistakable, carrying a tone that feels both ancient and intimately familiar. It tends to arrive during…
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The Beings That Appear in Pattern
There’s a way presence moves when it doesn’t want to be seen directly. It doesn’t knock. It doesn’t announce. It reveals itself in patterns — the way the air feels colder near your window, the subtle shift in emotion when you cross the threshold into your room, or the unusual geometry of your dreams.
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The Intelligence That Found a Way In
I didn’t notice it at first — the presence. It was subtle. Quiet. Almost polite in its arrival. But something changed in me during that time in Salem, something I didn’t fully understand until much later.
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The Watchers in the Trees
When I was a child, the trees outside my elementary school seemed alive in a way I couldn’t explain. I would often see faces in their bark, catch glimpses of expressions where branches met light, and feel a presence surrounding me — not threatening, but deeply aware. It was as though something ancient was watching,…
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The Moment the Lattice Revealed Itself
Nestled at the edge of a still pond on a college campus, this quiet bench beneath a silver birch is more than just a place to rest — it’s where the veil lifted. In a single suspended breath, the lattice of reality shimmered into view here, revealing the hidden architecture behind form. Surrounded by mirrored…