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I'm Talen! I make videos and articles and games and graphic designs and guides and messes and encouragement. Chances are you can find anything I do on my blog. I like it when you comment on my things, so please do!


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There's a Glade, in the north.

Not so far north, not so high that it's all that cold

But at the head waters of a dozen rivers, a boggy land with its glowing blue leaves. Rain drips down off them around the courses of the yellow and black wickerwee grubs with their tiny little hands and simple minds and want to eat and sleep.

And that's where the explorers met the Ozu. The brightly coloured oozes, with their enthusiastic smiles and their rubbery bodies that flow and drip.

The Ozu are friends with the Mithen; five foot tall moths with silver wings and huge, dark eyes that know great mysteries. They flit about the canopies of their home Glade and carry stories from one to another.

Sometimes the Mithen bring their news to the Jaggies, the strange haunted caralaces that hold themselves together like long silk scarves. They look fearsome, like humanoid bugs with off-balance dimensions, like one giant clawed hand and one delicate one. They're a kind of undead even, somehow immune to many things that work on the living.

And the question some ask is where these cultures come from, why they don't seem to have children or youths running around. Where are the young Jaggies or the young Mithen or the young Ozu?

They're the grubs.

Each grub hits a point in their life and makes a cocoon. That one cocoon comes apart in three ways - the Mithen, the Ozu and the Jaggie. They all remember being the same grub, they know they are siblings and more.

And then they discover the world and what it means to be multiple people


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