cinder and ash morning smells like damnation of burnt ruins
Month: October 2025
rumours of rain this dreamless night the body endures this bed of fire
vanished suns of autumn true morning never quite returns
i’d like to fix my worn knuckles with comet bone and witness a small apocalypse by the hour
there is ash within the lungs of expired gods the words unsaid the curses undone and raw magical energies caught in its own loop ballooning until the day it explodes and unmakes the cosmos
trees gossip of mortals and wily beings predestined to eat a fruit from the gardens of paradise and witness the doom of worlds within their frail minds
The Ashen Songbird
The Ashen Songbird is here! A solo journaling RPG of apocalyptic melody! Find out more at DriveThruRPG or itch.io at the links below. As always, your love and support matters! Cheers!
When the gods grow tired of a world, they choose one mortal to end it. You are The Ashen Songbird — cursed to sing the world to ash, verse by verse. Your voice ignites flesh, stone, memory, sky, and silence itself. Each song brings beauty and ruin in equal measure, until the Final Chorus consumes all.
A one-player journaling RPG of tragic divinity, divine wrath, and choice in the face of inevitability. With a single d6, you decide what burns — and how long you can bear to keep singing before silence devours everything.
Write the world’s last melody. Burn beautifully.
an ordinance filled with silence strikes the land not to deliver instant death but a slow and agonizing trauma as serpentlike miasma slither and coil locking living matter and death in a waltz of toxicity
in the ash fields of war worms combust in prayer as pilgrims dig trenches and lie in wait to pass judgement on heretics
clouds fold words of sorcery into thunder and storm forced by mortal lips
elancharan gunasekaran 