It Wasn’t Food Until She Stepped In It
“Do you know why this is food? Because I touched it. Because I stepped in it.” I didn’t forget
Worship
Devotional scenes where reverence is the only language allowed. These are stories of tongue and tremble, where her feet become altars and your name dissolves mid-plea. Worship isn’t service. It’s sacrifice. You don’t adore her to be loved. You adore her to be erased. And the more you offer, the less of you remains.
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The Breakfast Below (Part 1)
“It’s not fresh,” she said. “But then again… neither are my feet.” He hasn’t eaten in nearly two
Where Furniture Learns to Breathe
“I slowly uncross my legs. My soles lift… drift off the floor… hover.” You’ve been summoned. And you know