ALT ms paint abstract doodle of a character

ALT diary of a dying star transcription provided by one devout angel I know not how you read this, I only know that you do. The glow of life distant and the hush of death near, the thrush of life close and the flow of death without fear. I know not how I... thebakery.substack.com

ALT Untitled stronger winds shield me from the weak ones i die twice before sundown, thrice before dawn i don’t look either way to cross the street anymore not because i want to die or anything like that because i have so much faith in the plan the one i can’t see the one that is embedded into my cells my heart tells me softly about the dreams of the blood it pumps my brain often looks through windows it drew up on its own i don’t ask anyone to share their inner worlds anymore i realize i’ve been living in them the whole time

ALT before i let you go life as a vehicle, living as a journey On the eve of the last light, there’s a special spot of shade under the scenic tree which has grown from the iconic hill. It’s been rendered in countless stories; spoken, written, drawn... thebakery.substack.com

ALT indebted identity, chapter 3 thebakery.substack.com

ALT ilk of the butterfly's wind ripples in their natural enormity A torrential downpour meets a plateau soaked with old blood. A pitiful dying gust breaks against a seaside cliff sharp with navigational reverence. A blot of lava lurches toward a last-of... thebakery.substack.com

ALT the seer and the sage a tale reproduced eternal “And the last time anyone had laid eyes on the dragon was exactly sixty years, ten months, fourteen days, seven hours, thirty-seven minutes, and fifty-two seconds ago, is that right?” thebakery.substack.com