Glittering fragments in chaotic, unstable orbit. A sharp friend with a fungal halo. πŸ”ž

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*writing my story*

Okay, so the events going on in this chapter are necessarily confusing and disorienting. I could choose a POV that helps guide the reader along and explains what's happening...

...or I could force my readers to experience it through the lens of the character who is least equipped to comprehend a single damn thing and stumbles through it all completely failing to notice the significance of half the clues.

:eggbug-devious:

Is this what Tamsyn Muir feels like every day?


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