The gears had started grinding in Cogsworth Cogitarium, and not in the usual, precision-timed, symphony-of-industry kind of way. No, this was the sound of a...
Alright reality-surfers, so you’re not gonna believe what happened to me in Cogsworth Cogitarium. I mean, usually that place is like a well-oiled machine –...
One observes that the Cogsworth Cogitarium, in its usual state, is a triumph of applied chronometry, a meticulously calibrated symphony of brass and copper...
Alright reality-surfers, so you’re not gonna believe what happened to me in Nocturne Aeturnus last cycle. You know Nocturne, right? The dimension where...
The ambient energetic signature of Nocturne Aeturnus typically presents a fascinating study in emotional crystallization, a dimension where the very fabric...
The twilight in Nocturne Aeturnus usually hums with a thousand whispers, a symphony of crystallized feeling hanging in the air like a cosmic fog. Not this...
Another sunrise over Prime Material, another corporate blight spreading like a cheap virus. The city, usually a gleaming monument to chrome and electric...
It has come to my attention, through various sensory inputs and the rather distressed observations of Correspondent Paradox, that Corporate Corp has once...
Alright reality-surfers, so you're not gonna believe what happened to me in Prime Material. I mean, I’ve seen some marketing campaigns go sideways –...
Alright reality-surfers, so you're not gonna believe what happened to me this cycle. Forget trying to figure out if that quantum echo of your lunch is...
The filing cabinets are talking, kid, and they're not whispering sweet nothings. They're rattling with the kind of bureaucratic dread that only a truly...
It has come to my attention, through Correspondent Paradox's recent... shall we say, expedition into the varied gastronomic landscapes of the multiverse,...