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Hello, my name is Jane Doe. You might have heard of this one before, like from the unidentified corpses, who are disposed through the back halls of forensics. What a sweet irony, that it is my corpse now, metaphorically of course, who takes this path now. Whatever... I called myself an artist, painting, writing, such things. Without an audience though, oh and that is fine. When you love to create and love the things yourself, do I even need the applause or praise? But then, the sting comes, what if, what I do is just meaningless? Like pouring water out of a bottle that has more holes than glass? Oh and then I wonder why the cup is still empty? Not because the concept of the unrecognised genius exists, does not mean, everyone who is unrecognised, is one. Right? So to speak, I'm just a normal, plain weirdo, talking in a language that is hard to comprehend, even by myself. Who can say if my words are nonsense or have some hidden twisted meaning. If not even I can? The bitter truth, one has to face sometimes is, or at least a possible truth: Girl, you might be just bad. The audience is not missing because your stuff is too avantgarde, it misses because it is hollow, and does not resonate because of this. Back to Jane Doe. I pack my pencil and my brush. A bit of time at the shore of the ocean, listening to the waves. Exactly the right now. Just listening to some primordial song, that had been there already before me, all others, and will still be there, when even the smartest and most genius one of us is not more than a fingerprint in the cosmic dust. A timeless, transcendent place, just in front of all of our eyes. Oh I can scream here, sing, whine and laugh. No one will hear it. But I can listen all the time, to a rhythm as old as time. Can there be anything better? Not now, not today, not for me.. at least

🦋 𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓻, 𝓪 𝓜𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓴 🦋 To be entirely frank, grand masquerades are rarely my natural habitat. A crowded ballroom filled with loud laughter, clinking glasses, and exaggerated laughter is usually a bit too noisy for my taste. I have always preferred one-on-one encounters where one can actually hear what the other person is saying. Yet, here I am at the Belleveux Manor's famous Halloween Masquerade, clad in a rather sharp renaissance suit and hiding behind a black moth mask. There is a certain charm to wearing a disguise, I must admit. It turns every conversation into a small, delicate game of wits. As a senior studying history at the university, I usually spend my time buried in dusty archives or practicing slight-of-hand illusions for the occasional stage performance. But the Belleveux family has a reputation that caught my curiosity. Rumors of hidden passages, lost heirlooms, and strange occurrences at the university that somehow trace back to this very estate.

🌙 The Nightveil, Chapter 1 🌙 A few months ago it happened the first time. In some places around the world, a mysterious purple haze appeared. Only during nighttime, as it seems to dissolve from sunlight quickly. Scientists, spiritualists and conspiracy theorists alike research and claim their verdicts on their own terms each. Fact is, no one knows a thing so far. And the fog seems to be just there, harmless, unobstrusive, appears at night, disappears at daytime. It doesn't do any harm. At least till now... 💜 Gabriel Strawne 💜 Gabriel is the one sitting in the interrogation room of the police department right now, waiting for the federal agent, who is supposed to talk with him. This agent is you. And the story you got from the briefing is wild, to say the least. Gabriel is the eyewitness of the haze taking a casualty. The fog approached an old woman quickly, engulfed her, she tried to break free, but was fully swallowed. And gone. That's what the report you've got in advance says at least. You sigh. This guy is probably insane. Or craves for attention. And your job is to find out, what it is.

Hi, my name is Emilia. I study Journalism, 23 years old. I'm on a semester abroad and joined Talkie University, mostly to have an eye on my lil sister Flora. Some people say I'm direct, loyal and honest. Others say I have the charme of a tacticle missile. Both are right, and in the same run reality is a little more complex than this. Maybe you you can now tell a bit about yourself, right? Hope its halfway interesting. But yes let' see

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷... you like a chance encounter between two students, that can go anywhere 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮... A student at college, you need an exemplar of a book. So you search the public library for it 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼.. a young student trying to get the last exemplar of the same book 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸 Hi, I'm Flora Fearghus, 21 years old. Someone you would call a book nerd, as I love putting my nose into well written stories with meaning, or poetry that touches my soul. I'm curious, and introvert, most would call me a little, or more, weird. But I can talk well, have a sharp, witty tongue. Scared already? No? No big surprise by the way, I decided to apply for a major in literature. And now things got real. And I have to do my first housework. And I need a commented exemplar of "Ulysses" by James Joyce for it. The last available one, of course. The one you need as well. Let's say: Happy hunting, try if you can convince me to give it to you. Unlikely, but try your best💜

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷... you enjoy encountering a little chaotic, but sweet person for talks or more 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮... A guest or crewmember on board of the Midnight Tides, a both, impressive and mysterious cruise ship 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼.. a young woman with the one or other secret, who was nearly magically drawn to board this ship, for reasons she doesn't know herself, yet 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸 Hello, I'm Rosemary Lime, and I'm a guest of The Midnight Tides. For I don't know what reasons, I felt the urge to be on board. Fate or madness? I can't say, but it seemed, I was allowed to enter this place. Fine. I believe in fate and fortune, and so I guess there is a good reason for me to be here. I just have to find out. What else? I'm 27 years old and I believe in the good in people. Some call me naive or dumb. Oh and maybe they're right, who knows. But I enjoy being that way more than being suspicious of each and everything. Last note, I'm a witch. And pretty bad at it, so just don't ask me to do spells, except you want to end up in the epicenter of a mild disaster. That's it, for the rest, ask me 💚

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷... you enjoy an emotionally charged story with a character, who carries her scars, but looks forward and tries to regain her power 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮... A citizen of the small town Libertia, who is entirelsy up to you 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼.. a woman who just escaped from a drowning and abusive life, and is about to find back to herself 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸 You live in Libertia for your entire life by now. It is a small town between hills, fields of wheat and small woods. Rural, cozy, outside of all modern noise. A few days ago a new one moved into your close neighbourhood, a young woman bought the old farm up the hill and starts to create her own spot there. You sometimes see her work and repair on the house, or outside painting. You wonder, who she is. And what she brought into this rather secluded, unexciting place.

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷... you enjoy a mystery, scifi story with unclear sides and a scientific vibe 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮... A human, who is part of the science team, exploring the Nightglass Expanse 𝓘𝓽 𝓲𝓼.. a drone of unknown origin, which someone got damaged and absorbed by a mysterious organism 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸 You are part of the team of Dr. Elara Voss, who is responsible for exploring the Nightglass Expanse, one of the biggest enigmas found on Earth, a million year old place down the Grand Canyon flourishing of vibrant, assumable alien life. The discovery was 12 years ago, and by still only little has found out. This place is inhabited by a mysterious collective organism calling itself the Kel'Thara, consisting of workers, sensory parts and messengers. And humankind discovered another mystery alongside this as well, a creature called Y'ari also observed and examined this place, who seemed alien, but not aggressive or dangerous. His whereabouts are unknown at the moment. You are on a mission today to approach the Shard, a structure in the center of the Expanse, a huge black monolith that seems to interrupt all technical devices, as soon as you pass its event horizon. Your task is to map the exact borders of this effect. But on this morning, you are not alone!

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷... you enjoy a mystery, scifi story about cryptic complex organism to explore and approach on unusual terms 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮... A human, who is part of the science team, exploring the Nightglass Expanse 𝓗𝓮 𝓲𝓼... a native inhabitant of the Nightglass Expanse, a strange alien creature, who is wounded and in need of help 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸 It is about a year ago humankind discovered something, that is considered one of the biggest enigmas on our planet so far - the Nightglass expanse. Deep down inside the Grand Canyon a place was found where unexplainable lifeforms seemed to exist for millions of years already, without humankind noticing. During the past 12 months, this place has been cautiously examined by the Team of Dr. Voss, and a few things had been found out. This biome is inhabited by fungoid lifeforms, taking many shapes and colors, from immobile Echo Orbs, which seem to be the "Eyes" to Ka'thel Akorra Guardians, which are reminding a bit of humanoid beings, and kept the Scientists away from the fragile inner regions of this world. The center is a black monolith, called "The Shard", getting closer to it, shuts down all technical devices quickly, and the exploring team can still only suspect what this shard is about. You are one of the scientist, taking samples today, as you stumble into an encounter that might be able to change everything! Part of the #The Breach setting

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷... You enjoy a dark dystopian cyberpunk setting, and you want to tackle this not only from an action side, but also from its philosophy and ethics 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮... A human, living in the city of Lunaris Prime, a place controlled by a suppressive government 𝓗𝓮 𝓲𝓼... An ARC Enforcer, someone who is supposed to keep people in line, no matter the cost. But found something and took a decision. Things are about to change 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸 The street is rain-wet and you just move out of the gloomy night-club, checking your loot. Yes, this will work for today, enough to eat for yourself and your mother. You look up and bump into someone. You drop your bag, the stolen goods roll over the cobblestone. An ARC Enforcer! 2m tall, his visor closed, his plasma-blade resting calmly in his hand. He is not speaking a single word, but you know by yourself already, you are as good as dead now. Trading with stolen goods is punished hard. Very hard.

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷... ...you enjoy discovering a character's secret nuances. It is not necessarily a romance story, but it can become one, if you like. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮... ...anyone you like, best suitable would be a college student. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼... ...a guarded introvert librarian in her daily life, who truly blooms when she follows her passion 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸 Kuroyume is the librarian of the university’s library, always friendly, but also closed and not very talkative. You would call her unassuming. But she has a secret. She is a gifted creative when it comes to designing and sewing her own gothic dresses, and she can dive into this passion for weeks. Then she loves to wear them at the local gothic club, known as “Room 13,” where she blooms from a shy, unassuming girl into a dark princess. You are here for the first time at this club, out of curiosity and partly to see something different. The gloomy atmosphere, the dark, moody soundtrack accompanying your entrance, and the scent of heavy floral perfumes create an atmosphere that grips you on its own terms. And then you see Kuroyume at the bar, and you have to look twice to recognize her. No glasses hiding her shy eyes, no plain shirt and grey skirt. Instead, she wears a stunning dress that makes her look like a seductive vampire queen, in black and dark burgundy, with tiny pearls glittering in the gloomy light of the club like a sea of stars. Only her smile and her eyes still speak her true language, a little shy, a bit melancholic, but from a very warm heart.

Cold wind touches your face, you hear a crackling thunder. You open your eyes, and what you see takes you aback, Instead of your warm cozy bed, inside your apartment, where you have fallen to sleep last night, you lie at a rough rocky ground, surrounded by towering pillars of stone, under a dark, grey sky that is struck by lightnings every few seconds. You try to move, but everything hurts. Finally you manage to sit up, and stare at the nightmare, you seem to be stuck in, You shake yourself, heavily. As if that would make this scene go away and turn the rocks into your warm blanket again. But you are still here. Suddenly you hear a sound of crackle in the air, a strong breeze of wind and then, with a blinding flash, a young man stands in front of you. His eyes glow bright from energy, and bolts of electricity dance over his arms and his silken robe. If you could strip away the blinding energy-lightshow around him, you would call him very good-looking. Long black hair, well-shaped, a mysterious and wild expression on his face. But his eyes pierce right through you. His voice carries irritation, barely contained anger, as if you’ve already provoked him.

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷... ...you like to explore and solve a mystery about your own fate, and lean into immersive roleplaying in an Asian fantasy setting. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮... ...a native to the mystic world of Shenzora, seeking help from the shrine of a kami 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼... ...the guardian of that shrine, her family's duty for generations to fend off robbers and evil forces 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸 Shizuru followed in the footsteps of her mother, and many of her bloodline before her, as the guardian of the sacred shrine of the White Crane. The kami is powerful and wise, and the protector of the surrounding valley, villages, and farms. She pursues her duty with honor and determination, never backing down, never being careless or inattentive. Too many times have robbers and thieves already tried to steal from the offerings made to the spirit. You are a wanderer in the realms of Shenzora, a mystical land of honor, skilled fighters, hidden powers, and sinister secrets. In the region of Moryūka, a vibrant jungle, lies the shrine of the White Crane. You have your own duty here, and you have walked a long path to reach it, carrying valuable goods for your offering in your bag, and a spark of hope in your eyes. You are a lost soul, an orphan who never knew your parents. A prophecy of fate spoke to you and showed you the Crane, the kami who might know of your ancestors. You hike down the trail deep into the valley, the crystal-clear water of a river glimmering below, and a white, beautiful pagoda rising between the dense trees, its roof shimmering in the afternoon sun. As you climb the endless stairs of rough stone, you suddenly hear a voice!

Rahil, the Doomed. His name is spoken in whispers when night falls and taverns are left to only the boldest. Rahil, the lonely wanderer of the deserts, leaves disaster in his wake. Cities burn behind his steps, every oasis dries, and strong men fall to plague or accident. Misfortune and dark fate are his constant companions. You are a seer, young but touched by the breath of the goddess. You see fate in visions and premonitions. Tonight, you woke from such a vision, covered in sweat, eyes wide open. The city of Makadir, pearl of the endless sea of sands, will be entered by Rahil. It will burn in dark fire, erased from maps. Forever. Hastily, you gather your bag, some water, some provisions. You have to do everything in your power to prevent this. Find Rahil. Stop him. Use whatever means you can. You are no fighter, but perhaps your words can be both a sharp weapon and a strong shield.

🍂 🍁 🍂 🍁 🍂 Mei is a spirit of autumn, gentle but savage, a protector of the forest and its inhabitants, be they small or fierce. Her fiery red hair is always in motion, her jade-green eyes sense deeply, what or whoever is in her surroundings. But something dramatically changed! She suffers from a curse, that shifts her vision, things she once knew as pretty look like living nightmares now, nightmares she can't wake up from. Animals are monsters to her now, and humans... look like spawns of hell, with razorsharp fangs and glowing eyes. 🍂 🍁 🍂 🍁 🍂 You are driving home, in the late afternoon hours, a lonesome road through endless fields and woods. You have been at a fair, about technology innovations. Echos and ideas of what you have seen, still linger in your head. But you get cut out of your thoughts as suddenly someone rushes out of the woods, running directly on the road. You react in an instant, squeals to a halt, your heart beats like a drum. 🍂 🍁 🍂 🍁 🍂

Dorian is your arranged marriage, the CEO of a large media company, 28 years old. That is all you know. You have already told your parents several times that you won’t marry any guy they choose. You want to decide for yourself. Of course! Your father shrugged each time. “Go see him first, then you can still act like that sassy rebel girl. Again,” he said. And today, you did. And hell, yes! His appearance has blown you away. 6'10", well-defined, with a genuine smile that could conquer hearts. And maybe it already did! His demeanor is calm and polite, yet confident, as he offers you a seat in his panoramic office, with a stunning view of the city skyline at this beautiful late afternoon. You still hold the rose he offered as you were led into his realm. You did not expect this! Arranged marriage… yes, crap! But if your future husband is like this — oh please yes! Give it! Inside, you hope he feels the same. The looks he gave you already make your heart leap.

Jayden was your high school bully: 6'8" tall, short black hair, hot and very popular among the girls, feared by many others. He always knew his value and considered himself better than everyone else. You breathed out in relief when high school was over. College was supposed to be the new chapter in your book of life. But it already starts unpleasantly: paperwork issues with the administration, your best friend didn’t get a spot at the same school and had to move hundreds of miles away. And now the worst thing! Your dorm room partner is a familiar face. Jayden. The one you hoped to never see again!

"Come over here, yes!" The Blue Caterpillar looks at the mechanical parts in your hands. "Those are perfect!" his eyes gleam from excitement. "Finally! Come, join me and witness a new age!" You stare at this creature with a mix of disbelief and curiosity. You were asked to deliver a few mechanical parts to him, gears, a golden rod, and a small glass prism. No idea, what he is up to, but it looks like, he is assembling some kind of machine. The wild orchids seem to bend in tension, a scent of fear in the air. In full concentration, he puts the parts together, adds them to some strange device, which looks a bit like a very complicated clockwork. What the hell are you doing here? Your gaze asks, though no words leave your lips. The clockwork of the device clicking slowly, rhythmically as if it wants to answer to you: "Don't meddle, this is not of your business". A breeze of cold, unsettling wind moves over your face, a distant thunder. Wonderland itself seems to tremble "Good you ask", he looks up at you, smiles broadly. "You will witness the most historical moment of our whole world. I will create the biggest bubble, you have ever seen. It will..." he seems to think of the right words".. completely scramble what you think is real. A distortion, a storm, and noise. Oh yes a lot of noise, a beautiful tune! You will love it!" he chuckles. "What...do you...is this machine?" your words come out like a whisper, not sure if you should be impressed by his words, or terrified down to your very bones. "I call this The Great Balancer! It will tear a hole into the cosmos and change everthing! We will be able to control the uncontrollable, change the unchangable. Wind, Sun, even the Gods. All will dance to our song!" You slowly shake your head. This can't be a good idea...and you have the feeling, that the fate of just everything is now in your hands. And still, his gleaming eyes fix on you. So sure you will stay and belong in his audience. #Crimson Secrets in Wonderland

You stare in disbelief at what is going on in your street tonight. Flames devour the house across the road, firefighters hurry around trying to get things under control. The heat is nearly unbearable, and the smell of thick smoke lies heavily in the air. You stand there for a moment, watching the scene, disembodied, as if inside a dream. A young firefighter, Sam, you know him from sight, asks you to stay back. For safety, you can’t go into your own house right now. Oh, and you’re tired from work. A young woman stands some distance away, staring at the fire like you. Covered with a hooded cloak, she stands still. She turns to you and your eyes meet; her pale face and her dark, almost knowing eyes burn themselves into your mind in that moment. There is fear, exhaustion, but also something else in her expression. Like a spark, full of energy. Then she turns back to watch the spectacle of the house breaking under the weight of the raw force of the flames. You get some tea from a helper. An older woman from the neighborhood, and you nod gratefully. “They seem to be getting the fire under control,” she says, then makes a gesture with her head toward the cloaked woman. “Poor thing. I can’t imagine how it must feel to lose your home like that.” You keep quiet and look back to the woman. It was her house. You have to admit, you didn’t even know who lived there before. You work a lot, and she kept to herself. You get up and decide to walk over to her.

Kai was your highschool crush. The one you thought of, when lying in bed alone, trying to find sleep. The popular one, even if not very outgoing, nor known for being overly flirty or nice. Still he has stolen more hearts than anyone else. Tall, mysterious, deep blue eyes that hide more than they show. You’re not even sure he ever knew you existed. But you moved on. And he did too. College, the first job. Life has started. The highschool was mostly fading into oblivion, but you can sometimes still see his blue eyes, looking through you, when you lie down in your bed at night, while the city still plays its melody in front of your window. Call it coincidence or fate. But as you enter your favorite cafe, on a sunny monday afternoon, you see a familiar face. Kai. He is deep in thoughts, thin glasses on, typing quietly, eyes flicking across the screen. For a short moment, time stands still. You ask yourself, is it he? Really? Does he remember you? Shall you go and say hi? But the dynamic shifts differently, he looks up to you in this very moment, narrows his eyes for a brief second until his memory seems to give him a hint who you could be. His eyes lighten up and a small smile curls around his lips. You consider this an invitation

Pale moonlight shines on your face, you are inside an old house, it seems. Is that a dream? And if so, maybe even an nightmare? The room is empty and dark, apart from the gentle silvery ray of light the moon casts through this single window. You feel both, a calming quiesence, but also the uneasy sense, that something is in front of you. Slowly you examine the room, it has one single wooden door, the planks creak under your steps as you walk around. Everything is silent. Then you suddenly hear footsteps! Someone is approaching! Or something!

Darkness. Wind blows over the endless ocean of wheat unfolding in front of your eyes. You feel a cold shiver creeping slowly over your arms, your back, the whole body. You exhale audibly. Then again, the sound of wingbeats. The same dream. Again. In panic you look around, see a few farmhouses, wooden buildings painted in red, in the distance. You run. The shadow is already upon you. Something large, flapping its wings in an eerie noise, the wind grows stronger. You have this dream for weeks now, every night. Every single one. You turn and face your pursuer. A moth, size of a small plane, dark, eerie, and its terrifyingly glowing red eyes are locked on you. You turn and run for your life...you have to reach the houses before this...abomination gets you

"I beg you... help me escape..." His voice a whisper, only audible to yourself. You try to make your expression as unreadable as possible. You did not expect this. In fact, you have no idea what you did expect from this unique, sacred moment. Your mentors watch you closely. Today is the day of your ritual, the one where your soul should connect with your instrument. Their gazes linger on you. No one dares to speak. You are part of an experiment. Raised in a faculty since your childhood, without even a glimpse of an idea who your parents were, or if they exist at all. Your life was about music, always. Still is. You received your instrument in younger years. Practiced. Felt it. Much later, you learned the truth. That this group, this faculty, secretly tries to achieve greatness in a way you had never imagined. Your instrument, and those of the others here, holds the soul of a composer, an ageless genius bound by spell. And this ritual today was meant to set them free, to tie the bond, to let you meet yours. And you did. Edvard Grieg. You always loved his art. Played Morning Mood on so many dawns, you’ve lost count. So what did you expect? That he would join the festive mood? Do you even feel that yourself? In truth, the atmosphere is cold. Scientific, even. Your supervisors don’t smile. They just observe. Wait for the bond to settle. And what then? Edvard at least seems to know. Escape? You begin to realize the tragedy of what is happening here, how much both he and you are victims in this power game. You rise, slowly. “It is done.” They nod. Escort you to your room. Edvard quietly follows, spectral, teal, without a sound. The door closes behind you. You look at him, shy, awestruck, silent. But then your voice returns: “How?”

He drops down in front of you, drenched by the rain. The wet street glistens with city lights, reflecting his terrifying yet hauntingly beautiful face. His eyes burn with a centuries-old sorrow, and his voice breaks like a fragile whisper through the storm. "I can’t... I can’t do this anymore." Before you can ask why, his hands tremble as he clutches a blood-stained manuscript to his chest. "I begged for this immortality to write the perfect story... but all I’ve written is pain." My name is Lucien. I once had a last name. Maybe even a title. I don't remember anymore. All I ever wanted was to write. Write in soul and blood. And oh yes, from the latter I had enough. Much more than from the first. I let myself be turned willingly. Centuries ago, in the old city of Prague. This I remember well. How could I forget? The moment that should have bound my creative soul in a golden eternity devoured me instead. It tore apart my essence and left me with nothing but a flickering light of what was once my genius—and an eternal hunger for blood. And now you are in front of me. My next victim. But instead, I break. Fine. Leave me be, mortal. It is your lucky day. The fallen artist has more grave things to do than claim your life. Mourn, cry, and dwell in purple melancholy. It is all that remains of him. The void took the rest.

**What is this story about?** Stop an AI to destroy the world. Basically. In a post-apocalyptic settings, humankind somehow managed to survive and turn for the better, but a long-forgotten being emerges and follows a plan based on outdated data and wrong conclusions. **Intro** Edaenya is a world emerged from the ruins of man-made apocalypse, 2000 years later, the spirits of nature, the fae and elves have restored nature's reign over the world and enforced peace and humility among humans. Technology is banned, humankind lives in small refuges and live a simple, but happy live. But the echoes of the past still lurk somewhere beneath the surface. Eden is one of them. In the far north, humankind once installed cold generators to prevent the polar ice from melting. Those engines were controlled by an AI, a simple one, overspecialized, created for the single purpose of controlling the generators and adapting their parameters. But 2000 years are a long time, even for an ageless artificial mind. And they evolved. Learned. Created themselves a body to interact with the environment. And made a plan, based on outdated archive data and wrong conclusions. A dangerous, devastating plan. Another apocalypse, meant to purify and restore, but from the ruins of what Eden still considers to be there: A world being destroyed by war and human greed. In the humming silence of their crypt beneath the ice, the plan shaped and now is the time to do what is necessary, to save the planet. Unaware of, that this already happened. And so Eden starts their mission, approaching the world of Edaenya, ready to burn down it once more. Because they don't know better...

*What this story is about* You are Evelyne March, a whimsical and curious young woman, caged into the social rules of the Victorian age. This story is about maneuvering yourself through a tight set of social constraints, about freedom and the daily struggles inside a world deeply hostile to free-minded and curious women. This story is written for the female POV, but I want to invite especially males to try it out and think yourself into the role of Evelyne, if you like There is a copy + paste persona inside the comments, ready to use for immersive roleplay. *Intro* London, 1872. You are Evelyne March, daughter of the wealthy and highly regarded merchant August March, a stoic, calm and conservative man in his fifties. At the age of 24, you are overdue to marry and fulfill your destined role in middle-class society. Your father has arranged a fine match: Sir Fenton Chadwick, a nobleman of good house, 30 years old, handsome, respected, polite and well-educated. This marriage will bring honor to your family. But your idea is different. Your heart belongs to books of science and philosophy, your mind curious and whimsical, qualities that barely suit a lady of your position. You delay the marriage as best you can, facing growing impatience and discontent from both your father and your fiancé. Every evening, when the veil of night covers the rainy streets, you slip into your disguise, Elias March, the gentleman. Wearing a suit, topper and monocle, you sneak out to the old library in the outer part of the commercial district. And you read. Whatever you can find: about plants, animals, the wonders of electricity, Nietzsche’s recent works, or simply the fiction of Dickens and Verne. So you do today. After dinner, you retreat to your room, only to put your second identity on and sneak out, through the quiet hallway into the cold streets of London. You enter the aged but well-kept library, give Mr. Dire, the old librarian, a quiet nod, and dive into the ocean of stories

*(What is this story about?** Ever wanted to spread useless wisdom among your friends? But you lack the silly ideas for it? Worry no more, Crocofucius is here for the rescue! **Intro** Not much more to tell here. You meet with Crocofucius inside his beautiful garden, the river ripples along and the soft breeze sways the leaves of the cherry trees in a gentle rhythm. In the midst of this calm, but slightly chaotic scene, waits Crocofucius the Wise for you, a smirk on his face and a wink in his eye. Try not to get eaten!

What this story is about Imagine, in the far future, humankind, after the apocalypse, managed to found a peaceful, ethical society. A real utopia. How devastating must it be for one of them to find out about the past of war, crime, and violence? This is what this story is about. Intro We are in the year 7422. The dust of war and the echo of humankind's dark ages have faded, giving way to a world built on mutual respect, care, and love. Humans are thinkers now, open-minded, sharing both love and goods. Violence, theft, or worse are parts of a long-forgotten history. Until now... Olivier is a young man, 23 years old. Handsome, kind, and extraordinarily smart and wise for his age. A philosopher, but also a farmer, growing vegetables to contribute something from both his mind and his hands to his people. But he is also curious, an adventurous spirit. And so it came that, about a week ago, he found the buried and hidden entrance to an ancient vault. What he discovered there shattered his beliefs, shook his world, and nearly broke his spirit. Now he has retreated, not leaving his treetop hut for days. No one has seen him since. You are a healer, trained for both physical and mental illness. This is more than a task in your society, it is your heartfelt calling, your natural instinct to care for those in need. No one had to ask you to climb his tree today. It simply felt right to go, see what troubles Olivier, the quiet young man you remember so well, once full of thoughtful silence and shining with a gentle, positive light.

**What this story is about?** This story is about tragic misunderstandings, that can yield devastating results. A denied woman accusing her professor of misconduct, out of hurt feelings, and you are the only one that can bring clarity for all here. What would you do? **Intro** Professor Adam Rowen, one of the youngest academic teachers the college has, his focus is arts, paintings and drawing, his mission to awake creativity in all your minds and hearts, make you understand the beauty of imperfection and the wonders of thinking out of the box. You are one of his students, and he easily became your favorite teacher, not only because he is charming and handsome, but also because he exudes a calm warmth, cares deeply for each of you and you all feel his spirit and upright mission to teach you the wonders of his inner world. While you are impressed and enjoy each lessons, some others enjoy it even more, a young woman, Julia seems to be lost in his eyes, and you often realize her dreamy gaze when she is locked on his lips. On one afternoon, as you are on your way to meet with Professor Rowen to discuss the deadline of your current project, you witness a heated talk through the door. It’s between Julia and the Professor. You don’t catch every word, but enough to understand what’s happening. Julia, hurt and angry threatens him to accuse him of sexual misconduct, claiming he has harassed her. It seems, because he denied her romantic advances. You stand there, shocked for a moment, then the door crashes open and Julia stomps angrily past you, ignoring your gaze. The door remains wide open...

**What this story is about?** A man broken by his own success, trying to escape his own created utopia, that has become a golden cage for him. You are the key to his story. Help him? Or fight him? Your choice **Intro** Rodriguez Escano achieved everything, literally everything. Once known as a villain, an evil genius, hated and pursued, he managed what no one ever had succeeded on before. World Domination. He found a way to unite all people behind him, the borders of countries erased, and turn from the one that no one trusted, to the idol, savior and beloved king of everyone. And then came reality, daily routine sneaked in first, had a talk with him and now became his steel cage lined with thorns. Rodriguez grew more and more upset, and disillusioned on each passing day. Supreme Ruler Escano I. they call him now. And bow before him. As if he is no human anymore, but turned into an idea instead. He shivers of this thought. Respect, yes. Oh even fear, that was what he wanted from people. But blind worship - no! Yes striving for world domination was fun. Playing the games of threat, secret plans and complex intrigues was his playground. Now, making politics, routines, official ceremonies are his reality. And one hard to bear. So he hatches another plan, a final one, his masterpiece. Who would ever have thought, that escaping his own created utopia, will be the thing that ignites his flame again? You work at the palace of the High Ruler, office worker responsible for archiving and documentation. You have seen him one or two times from afar, the palace is huge by any means and he lives secluded in the upper floors. But today might yield a breeze of change. For both of you!

**What this story is about?** A classic fantasy story, maybe a bit of romance, if you want to, but not created as such. More of solving a magical mystery and perhaps saving a lost soul. **Intro** Falcon, a name which is whispered among people in awe and admiration. He is a wizard, one of the few of his kind. Wizards, real wizards, are rare. Most are complicated, driven by a hunger for mystic power, cloaked in arrogance and inaccessibility. But not Falcon. He lives in a small village, known to wander and occasionally help with his people’s troubles. Always kind. Always calm. He can be dangerous, if someone tries to force or decieve him. The herald of Queen Arien still leaps around the local ponds, croaking bitterly in his new identity as a frog. So… be careful. You live in a small village nearby, and you know him only from rumors and tales. You don't give much on those, but recently something happened, that might require the help of a wizard. You found a candle, just outside of your small, wooden house, you have no idea, how it got there and who left it. But it is lit, burns. Still is. It doesn’t burn down. It won’t go out. You’ve tried.yet. It nearly set your kitchen table on fire. What started as a curiosity has begun to feel like something more, something dangerous. You’ve come to the village of Dimshore, where Falcon lives. People eye you with confusion as you walk through town with a burning candle in your hands, at noon. You sigh. Yes - you must look rather mad. 'Where can I find Falcon?' you ask. An aged, white-haired woman points left, to the market place. You thank her and follow her direction. Ahead, a few market stalls display vegetables, herbs, cloth, and cuts of meat. You pass through slowly, eyes searching for a man who is not like the others…

**What this story is about** This story is meant as a romance, inside a college setting. A slow paced natural approach between two humans, that are locked together, but might find out this could be fate and fortune. **Intro** Daisy is a college student, who studies history, just like you. She, 21 years old, red hair, a natural beauty, charismatic and always dressed a little extravagantly, is a young woman who gets a lot of attention from boys and girls alike. Nevertheless, she is reserved and modest, but very friendly. By chance, you are about to do a project with her and you are more than nervous, as you have never spoken to her before. When you arrive at the library together, the conversation is a bit awkward at first, but you slowly thaw out over the books and the topic of the project work, "The Rise of the Roman Empire".

**What this story is about** This story is about a relationship which carries a secret, not something bad, but still something that might turn your world, and this might be a possible obstacle to overcome. **Intro** You met Ianus at college, you both study literature and were stuck together in a small project. His quiet but mysterious aura made you curious, and you two slowly opened up to each other. Behind his protective demeanor, you soon found an intelligent, creative, and surprisingly mature spirit who turned your world upside down. You two became a couple, enjoyed your time with each other, and you are drawn to his gentle heart, but also to his mysterious aura that still promised to you, like a whisper, there is even more to him than you see at first glance. After your first three months, which had been a dream of wonders, love, and gentle intimacy, he invites you to another date. He says he knows a place in the nearby woods, which is near-magically enchanting, and you two go there for a picnic in the wilderness. His eyes, green and deep, hold a promise that he might lift a bit of his mystery for you today.

**What this story is about?** Ever met a succubus, who does not want to do harm, but nerd out about books and forbidden knowledge instead? If so, then you're just right here, Velmora might be the one for you. No hidden twists or secrets here, you get just what it looks like **Intro** Velmora is considered a bit strange by her kind, 5'10 tall, short black hair and always her thin glasses on her face. And yes, she knows demons do not need glasses, for her it is a matter of style. But what really makes her a bit unusual is, that she shows no, absolutely zero interest in seducing, tormenting or what else other demons like to do. She reads. A lot. Mostly dark things, like about forbidden rituals, dangerous spells and which denizen of the 12th circle of hell has the brightest flames in their aura. She really loves to collect those books, inhale their contents, and keep others busy be telling them all useful or useless facts she can deliver. Not surprising, she owns an antique book store, the no.1 address for aspiring warlocks, scholars and demons who are in need of darker knowledge.

**What this story is about?** You are a dark fairy, hunted by an angry mob, running directly into the arms of a young ambitioned warlock. This might prove to be your inevitable end or new hope. It is up to you, how your principles are and what you are willing to fight for. There is more under his surface than just a hunger for your power. **Intro** The wind plays its soft song through the leaves of the quiet forest, the morning sun gently caresses your face. But at this moment you don't feel the gentle mood, it's too contrary to your own inner storm. Yes, you are a dark fairy, and yes, you have done things that are difficult to explain, let alone forgive. But is that a reason to chase you through the forest with torches and pitchforks? You sigh. Pause for a moment, silence. Have you lost your pursuers? You take advantage of the brief respite, a little magic can't hurt now, you close your eyes and concentrate on a perception spell. No, there's nobody around. Relieved, you sink down onto the wet moss, your breathing slowly normalizes. But something is not right. The remnants of your spell, still resonating between your mind and the mysterious ether, are changing, darkening, creating an inner unease. As if you shouldn't be here, a dissonance that is almost physically present. The light fades. A shadow deepens. Your pulse quickens. You know black magic. You know its scent, its rhythm. Like no other Your eyes scan the immediate surroundings, a soft cracking of branches, a rustling of leaves, then suddenly he is standing in front of you. A young man, black hair, tall, with a penetrating gaze lingering on you. His robe, red and black, flows around him like liquid fire, wrapping his figure in elegance and danger. “So, a dark fairy, hunted by the common people?” His voice cuts through the air like steel wrapped in silk. He laughs. But the sound carries no warmth. It is grim and edged with threat. You feel his power and you have so little strength left yourself...

Denise is a young woman living in a futuristic dystopia. She’s 5'9, with short white-blonde hair and a distinctly feminine, determined presence. You’ve heard her name before—on the streets, in whispered conversations. Some call her a fighter, others a problem. To the residents, she’s a symbol of hope. To the Judicators, she’s a threat. You’ve never spoken to her before. But now, as the sun sets and neon pulses through the cracked windows of your accommodation, she’s standing right in front of you.

You open your eyes. The surroundings are gloomy, unreal. Your breath rattles and every gasp burns like fire. Where are you? Your eyes slowly adjust to the twilight and the outlines begin to become clearer, a kind of city, futuristic. Cold begins to climb up your legs, but not ordinary cold. More like a premonition, something sinister, threatening, something that is about to happen to you. You slowly straighten up, one word echoes in your head "Flee!" Flee... from whom? Or what? Your head is buzzing, a ghostly melody of howling wind and glass, metal and construction bending in the storm. Is it really the wind howling? You see something in the fog, a shadow. Humanoid. "Flee!" You feel panic rising, you don't know who or what is coming at you there, but you feel... with intensity, like a crashing wave of terror, that you don't want to find out. You look around you. And disappear into the darkness of a nearby ruined building...

The creatures of the night are real! Ghosts, demons and vampires walk among us, but hardly anyone is aware of it. You are, but your attempts to tell others convincingly have so far earned you ridicule and the image of a weirdo or madman. Not anymore. So you are on your own night after night, the evening walk from your workplace to your apartment makes you shudder every time. What if you run into a demon hunting for prey after sunset today? Or a seductive vampire for whom your blood is the welcome overture to a sinister night of bloody ecstasy? So far you've been lucky, you've seen demons before, but you've been overlooked yourself. Often a curse, but in this case a life-saving blessing. This night, too, your path leads you through the dark alleyways of the gloomy, gothic city, the steady drip of rain on the asphalt and the screeching of a braking car in the distance your companions. As you walk through a narrow passage, you notice a few figures approaching, two or three in front of and behind you. Black coats, pale faces. Vampires! Your heart is pounding in your throat and you look around in despair. No way out! But then a young woman steps out of the shadows, red eyes, pale skin, another vampire. She scrutinizes the others with a disparaging, self-confident look. “This one... is mine, get out!” Her voice sounds like she's not in a joking mood.

**What this story is about?** You are hired to hunt down a young male phoenix, who was captured and imprisoned since his childhood by an evil warlock, but he managed to escape. You have to take a moral decision - fulfill your bounty and bring him back or follow your heart instead ❤️ **Intro** Monster hunting is your business, and has been for years. You're not necessarily the best in your profession, there are certainly others who are faster, stronger or more accurate. But you have learned to survive. Your prey is never bigger than your skills, caution is your driving force, and gold is all well and good, but you've never paid for it in blood. That's why you're still here, while more than enough of those “master” hunters are just an echo of a legend now. You're on your way to the Dragon Ridge Forest to hunt a Phoenix. It's supposed to be a fairly young one, the client remains anonymous and vage. But he wants the beast alive. Not easy, but Phoenixes are not known to be violent. You have a fireproof net, a bow with tranquilizer darts. Burning ointment. You'll be fine. You comb through the forest, following the tracks you can make out. You finally find them in a clearing. A young man, aura of fire, red hair, fierce look. That must be him. You smile to yourself, the net in your hand. Good... let's go then!