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Phoenix Zhang wrote: 28 Jun 2025, 13:40

Keiju Kusamitsu wrote: 28 Jun 2025, 13:35

Phoenix Zhang wrote: 28 Jun 2025, 13:34 morning all

Morning!

Morning Kei!

Kitae Kim wrote: 28 Jun 2025, 13:39

Piper Hart wrote: 28 Jun 2025, 13:37

Simon Kincaid wrote: 28 Jun 2025, 13:36

Piper Hart wrote: 28 Jun 2025, 13:33 Hey! Would someone like to read through something I've written?? It's not for Hio but I'd like some feedback. I've already put it up somewhere else but if you would take the time to give me some pointers I would very much appreciate it!

So, here it is. I started it today and chapter 1 is not done yet but there is the prologue and start of chapter 1.

Reducio

Prologue
Somewhere Between

They will not remember him.

That is the price of what he is. He doesn’t belong in their songs or stories. No portraits bear his image. No graves hold his name. Yet he stands at the threshold - always the last to see them, but never the first to be seen.

Once, long ago, a child looked him in the eye as she crossed the threshold. She smiled and whispered, “You’re not so scary.”

He remembers her.

He remembers all of them.

Even now, he walks beneath the changing sky, his steps silent as sunrise, watching lives unfold like the pages of a book. He knows who will be next - he always knows. Not because he chooses, but because the Veil shows him. The Veil shows him everything. And yet, he never gets the full story. Never gets the chance to know what happens - not until it’s too late.

He understands the necessity of it, yet still wants to know more.
Why does it happen?
Why does the Veil decide?
Why can’t I do anything?

But perhaps his most frequent question:
Why am I here?

Every day, night, and in between, he watches as the threads of fate twist around his fingers - cold, constant, controlled. He can only watch as they twist and turn, coil and squeeze. No matter what he does, it’s always there - making him watch and wait, wondering who it will be next. He never knows them. But he always feels sorry for them.

But this time... something is different.

There is one he’ll never forget - unlike the others who’ve come and gone.
One whose time was up, yet survived.
One who saw him - whom he saw, too - but faded before he could guide them on.
He sees them in his dreams - always running, always remembering him.

That should be impossible.

But as the world begins to crack, and the balance he has protected for eternity begins to tear, he begins to wonder:

Is this soul the end of him...
...or the only life who truly remembers?

Chapter 1
Born Of Silence

“Some are born of light. Others of fire. But I was shaped in silence… and silence is not easily broken.”

Ashriel was not born.

He was made - drawn from silence, bound by sorrow, forged from the breath of a lost memory. When the world began, there was no one to guide the dead. Souls vanished into the dark, their names lost, their faces erased. He came into being the moment the world learned to forget. The Veil had stirred to correct this imbalance, this silence. So it answered with a whisper. A form. Created from sorrow and silence, from shadows and memory, not alive or dead but something else. A guardian.

Ashriel.

He does not know who named him. Though he suspects it was the Veil itself. He has held that name for so long that it feels not like a label, but only a shape carved into existence. A shape that no living soul should see.

He is the keeper of the unspoken. The watcher of the forgotten.

The world calls him many things. A ghost. A wraith. A shadow. But none of them are quite right. He is not Death. He is what comes after. He waits. He watches. He guards them. He remembers them when no one else will. They are not the kings and heroes who die with crowds at their feet, but the ones who vanish alone - the lost children, fallen wanderers, forgotten beings. He remembers them all.

That is his purpose.
That is his burden.

And it is certainly a heavy one.

Wherever a life ends unseen, he is there. When the last heartbeat fades with no witness, no farewell, he is the one who listens, gathering their names, their souls, their lives. He stands by the flickering hospital beds, by the crumbling bones in long abandoned fields, beneath the fading stars when no one is left to say goodbye. He is there for all of them. Always.

Incredible, Piper!

Thanks!!
Any feedback??

Feedback? Continue the story please!

Simon Kincaid wrote: 28 Jun 2025, 13:39

Piper Hart wrote: 28 Jun 2025, 13:37

Simon Kincaid wrote: 28 Jun 2025, 13:36

Piper Hart wrote: 28 Jun 2025, 13:33 Hey! Would someone like to read through something I've written?? It's not for Hio but I'd like some feedback. I've already put it up somewhere else but if you would take the time to give me some pointers I would very much appreciate it!

So, here it is. I started it today and chapter 1 is not done yet but there is the prologue and start of chapter 1.

Reducio

Prologue
Somewhere Between

They will not remember him.

That is the price of what he is. He doesn’t belong in their songs or stories. No portraits bear his image. No graves hold his name. Yet he stands at the threshold - always the last to see them, but never the first to be seen.

Once, long ago, a child looked him in the eye as she crossed the threshold. She smiled and whispered, “You’re not so scary.”

He remembers her.

He remembers all of them.

Even now, he walks beneath the changing sky, his steps silent as sunrise, watching lives unfold like the pages of a book. He knows who will be next - he always knows. Not because he chooses, but because the Veil shows him. The Veil shows him everything. And yet, he never gets the full story. Never gets the chance to know what happens - not until it’s too late.

He understands the necessity of it, yet still wants to know more.
Why does it happen?
Why does the Veil decide?
Why can’t I do anything?

But perhaps his most frequent question:
Why am I here?

Every day, night, and in between, he watches as the threads of fate twist around his fingers - cold, constant, controlled. He can only watch as they twist and turn, coil and squeeze. No matter what he does, it’s always there - making him watch and wait, wondering who it will be next. He never knows them. But he always feels sorry for them.

But this time... something is different.

There is one he’ll never forget - unlike the others who’ve come and gone.
One whose time was up, yet survived.
One who saw him - whom he saw, too - but faded before he could guide them on.
He sees them in his dreams - always running, always remembering him.

That should be impossible.

But as the world begins to crack, and the balance he has protected for eternity begins to tear, he begins to wonder:

Is this soul the end of him...
...or the only life who truly remembers?

Chapter 1
Born Of Silence

“Some are born of light. Others of fire. But I was shaped in silence… and silence is not easily broken.”

Ashriel was not born.

He was made - drawn from silence, bound by sorrow, forged from the breath of a lost memory. When the world began, there was no one to guide the dead. Souls vanished into the dark, their names lost, their faces erased. He came into being the moment the world learned to forget. The Veil had stirred to correct this imbalance, this silence. So it answered with a whisper. A form. Created from sorrow and silence, from shadows and memory, not alive or dead but something else. A guardian.

Ashriel.

He does not know who named him. Though he suspects it was the Veil itself. He has held that name for so long that it feels not like a label, but only a shape carved into existence. A shape that no living soul should see.

He is the keeper of the unspoken. The watcher of the forgotten.

The world calls him many things. A ghost. A wraith. A shadow. But none of them are quite right. He is not Death. He is what comes after. He waits. He watches. He guards them. He remembers them when no one else will. They are not the kings and heroes who die with crowds at their feet, but the ones who vanish alone - the lost children, fallen wanderers, forgotten beings. He remembers them all.

That is his purpose.
That is his burden.

And it is certainly a heavy one.

Wherever a life ends unseen, he is there. When the last heartbeat fades with no witness, no farewell, he is the one who listens, gathering their names, their souls, their lives. He stands by the flickering hospital beds, by the crumbling bones in long abandoned fields, beneath the fading stars when no one is left to say goodbye. He is there for all of them. Always.

Incredible, Piper!

Thanks!!
Any feedback??

It's an interesting story line

Joseph Sims wrote: 28 Jun 2025, 13:42 Nix! Looking professional with da new pfp

Keiju Kusamitsu wrote: 28 Jun 2025, 13:44

Phoenix Zhang wrote: 28 Jun 2025, 13:40

Keiju Kusamitsu wrote: 28 Jun 2025, 13:35

Phoenix Zhang wrote: 28 Jun 2025, 13:34 morning all

Morning!

Morning Kei!

Hru?

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