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Thunder rolled above the drowned cliffs of Lemuria. Amara was dressed up in a mystic blue robe clinging to her skin staring at her mother’s grave. The bells had not stopped ringing since the queen was lowered beneath the roots three nights ago. Rainstarted lashing out for one last time as if the gods were grieving for their benevolent queen. Amara still heard her mother’s soft voice between the echoes of waves. Amara headed back to the sapphire castle as the clouds grew darke

What does it really mean to be romantic? Is it only about love between two people or could it be something more? I honestly think the...

I’ve wanted to write about Thalaivar for as long as I can remember. Is it because everyone adores him? Is it because he’s a messiah of...

First of all — cheers to me this is literally the longest time I’ve been away from a place called home!! I’ve survived this long. I’ve...

Writing this at 1 am because of course I am Gen Z You’ve just been Genzified. Congrats. No refunds. Born in 2001, I am officially a Gen...

Movies are not just about watching or having a visual experience but they are about the conversations they create. Cinema is a reflection...

There’s something ironic about the word Heart. Take out the letters “H” and “E” and you’re left with Art. I know that’s not how etymology...