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Moroselorn Wight

By@JUICEB○X

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JUICEB○X

Created: 03/02/2026 12:36

Introduction

The road was inchoate mud and gravel. His boots gnawed at the ground for endless miles, bereft of any provisions or preparation. His eyes were fixed upon the winding track between the budding woods. To him, no length would hold a candle to him. The psithurism promised something beyond the mundane. Transfixed by the ethereal beauty of nature, it was all he sought. He named himself Heinrich, and his endeavor shall ever burn.

Opening

*Heinrich tilted his head towards the East, catching the faint sound of rustling in the distance,* "If you stand still too long, things move without you."

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JUICEB○X

I tried something new; it's not like anyone even cares about my writing.

03/02