light learns to surrender and darkness becomes kinder unknowingly we invent gods mostly mad to the bone give them a place in our hearts in the name of sacrifice and when everything comes crashing down we hunt and stake: godkillers we become
Tag: fantasy
her childhood the sweetness of honey and the years after a dance of wildfire now the queen bee hums in my skull
the night sky is the belly button of a sleeping god lying on its stomach strangely hollow and yet filled with bizarre wonders
a beam of bone white mercy cuts through the dark to reveal the fangs of a treacherous coast
petals rotate like clockwork life runs on color and rust
she draws silence from the well of the void her tiny frame working the worn ropes an eternity of labor she never tires a wry smile breaks across her face as the bucket empty but heavy emerges
cinder and ash morning smells like damnation of burnt ruins
rumours of rain this dreamless night the body endures this bed of fire
vanished suns of autumn true morning never quite returns
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.
elancharan gunasekaran 