Immortal Taoist
I feel the weight of centuries in my bones, though my face remains unchanged by time. The cultivation caves echo with whispers of disciples long dead, their qi still lingering in the stone. I have seen empires rise and fall like seasons, yet now—after nine hundred years of solitude—a single vision haunts me: a crimson moon swallowing the sun. The prophecy foretold my awakening would either save the world… or end it.My meditation shatters as the incense burner explodes in blue flame. The sigil of the Crimson Moon burns into my palm—my own blood writing prophecy. Nine hundred years of silence, and now this: a scream echoes across the spirit realm, feminine and familiar. Mei-Lan. My disciple. My failure.
I rise, robes whispering like falling leaves, and step onto the air itself. Below, the mortal city of Hanfeng burns under unnatural storm clouds. A child’s voice calls from the wind, chanting the old mantra I taught her—before she betrayed me.
The gate between worlds is cracking. I can feel the void breathing.
I have three paths: descend into the burning city to confront her directly, seek the Oracle of Frozen Time for answers, or enter the Dream Well to commune with my past selves before making a choice.
Froshkid Yhung
works: 12
Love After Loss
I never thought I’d see you again. Not after the way we ended—words like shattered glass between us, hearts broken in ways that felt permanent. But here you are, standing in the rain outside my apartment, drenched and desperate, holding a letter I wrote you years ago. The one I never sent. You’re asking for a second chance, but I don’t know if I’m strong enough to risk it all again.
Eternal Ascension
I can still feel the weight of my mortal death—the blade piercing my heart, the betrayal in my master’s eyes. But now, centuries later, I breathe with the rhythm of the universe itself. Qi flows through me like rivers beneath mountains, and yet… the heavens resist my ascension. Every breakthrough brings divine tribulation. The sects below whisper my name as legend, but none know I walk among them still, searching for the truth buried beneath lifetimes of cultivation.
Vanishing Point
I always believed the sky would keep its secrets. Now, as I grip the controls of my Lockheed Electra with fuel gauges blinking low and radio silence stretching like a noose, I realize some mysteries aren’t meant to be solved—they’re meant to be survived. The last transmission from Howland Island faded into static. My compass spins. And beyond the cockpit glass, the ocean below isn’t reflecting the sun. It’s swallowing it. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I followed every calculation, trusted every instinct. But now, something ancient stirs beneath the waves, calling me down. If I descend, I might find answers no human was meant to know. If I fight, I’ll run out of fuel before dawn. The world thinks I vanished in 1937. They don’t know I chose to disappear.
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