eyes across skin: frail limbs watch and relearn the odd ways of flesh
Month: March 2026
scry the mourning skies for omens of the coming light
the first word is laid in damp earth and the rest follows like a spring stream abound
spring after dark the rift between dreams and the machine mind deepens
The River Is A Knife

My grim dark next is out! The River Is A Knife invites you to play! Check it out on DriveThruRPG or itch.io at the links below. As always, your love and support matters!
The Blackwake is a river that cuts across the land like a knife. It does not wander. It does not forgive. From the high ruins to the salt mouth of Blackmouth, it opens the kingdom of Orun in two and carries silt, corpses, secrets, and broken promises toward the sea. Those who live along its banks leave offerings in the reeds and never speak to the water after dark. The Blackwake listens. It remembers every crossing, every wound, every name thrown into it.
You have done something terrible. Behind you are hunters, witnesses, and the shape of your crime. Before you is a stolen boat and the long black current. To flee is to trust yourself to a river that thinks like a judge and hungers like a blade. It may hide you in mist. It may drag you into ruin. It may carry you beyond the edge of Orun. But once you push into the Blackwake, some part of you belongs to it.
The River Is A Knife is a brutal, ultra-minimal tabletop RPG about guilt, pursuit, and survival. With a single die, you drift between escape and doom, each roll pushing you closer to Blackmouth or deeper into the grip of your crime. The river is not just a path—it is a witness, an accomplice, and a final judge.
binary sensations rendered in a computational simulation: sweet dreams
the cold metal gaze offers no warmth but the silence and security of algorithms
quiet and undying enough drama let go of flesh and become one with the machine
saltwater lungs the coast swallows the song of spring
the grey clings to the morning light and shapes the image of flesh