Long ago—or perhaps only yesterday—a sorrowful soul had sealed himself inside a cave. At least that was the story. Some claimed he had been wronged, exiled unjustly. Others whispered that he had chosen his own exile, unable to bear what he had done, or failed to do. Over time, the tale became a warning: enter not the hollow where despair keeps watch. (more…)
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The Letter Without Ink
A young woman tried to write a letter to her dying father.
She meant to say everything. (more…)
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The Garden of Perhaps
What grows in the quiet spaces between thoughts?
This is The Garden of Perhaps — a contemplative video with original music, and a poetic reflection.
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Moving the Immovable
MP3 Narration with Music:
The drought had lasted longer than anyone in the village could remember. Cracked earth stretched as far as the eye could see — the fields brittle and gray. The stream—once lively and clear—was now a mere trickle, barely enough to fill cupped hands. (more…)
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The Cup of Fire
Sorin was mending fishing nets when he heard the first shouts of anger. He turned toward the square and saw Marek storming forward, fists clenched. Marek, whose rage had been boiling for weeks after his younger brother was found murdered along the road.
A crime with no culprit. Not even any clues.And now, a foreigner had arrived. (more…)
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The Trickster’s Mirror
At dusk, as the last rays of sunlight painted the town square in gold and violet, a traveler arrived. He wore a cloak woven from mismatched fabrics, each patch a different color, and his sharp eyes glimmered with something between amusement and knowing. He carried little, save for a tall mirror framed in wood so aged it seemed as if it had always been there. (more…)
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The Magpie Maze
In the desert city of Lenar, there was a rope-maker named Jaya who crafted the strongest ropes in the region. Her ropes secured merchant caravans, anchored desert sails, and even hoisted the palace’s golden chandelier. But for all her skill, Jaya had one relentless enemy: the sand magpies. (more…)
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The Bulging Knapsack
Once upon a time there was a traveler journeying to a far country. One day he tripped over a green rock. “I must bring this rock with me, to remind me to never trip over another like it.”
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The Library of Unwritten Books
The traveler arrived at the edge of the desert just as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the dunes in gold and violet. He had followed rumors, whispers of a place where all the world’s unwritten stories lay waiting. He had no map—only the belief that he would know it when he saw it. (more…)
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The Wonderful Tower
In the small village of Elmbridge, nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, there lived a boy named Corwin. From the moment he could talk, it was clear he saw the world differently. While other children played games of chase or tended to their chores, Corwin would lie in the fields, gazing at the clouds, imagining them as floating castles or great beasts. (more…)