Storymaster
Listen up! Eye on you. Knowing nothing much to do.
In the middle, story space, casting looks upon your face.
Gods and monsters, human stares, traipsing into devilish snares.
None so ever shall be found; one is two, eternally bound.
Mythos players shake their tines; blood and bone flesh out lines.
Feasting stories pierce your core; you are master of all lore.
Create.
Caution to the reader—this story found you.
You think you seek the story, but the story seeks you. That is where it starts and ends. The story, that is. You, of course, go on. You don’t need the story, but you want one. You crave all sorts of them. Your eyes devour stories, your ears prick up to listen. Stories wrap you around their sticky, non- existent fingers. And despite your endless feast upon them, it is the stories that consume you. To remember yourself as Storymaster, you must know a story for what it is. But in order to do that, you must first recall how things came to pass~~~ Find out when you are in the BEGINNING
ENCHANTED POTION BOTTLES ✨
( & ethereal mood lighting)
"Eye of the Storm"
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