The Infinite Starr

manifestation

  • Changes

    There is a particular kind of silence that arrives before something changes. Not the empty kind. Not the silence of abandonment or endings. This one feels occupied, as though something has been moving quietly behind the walls while everyone else carried on believing the house was asleep. For a while, there were only pieces. A…

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  • Keep on Keeping On

    Somewhere after the shadow work, the awakening, and the stripping away of everything you once knew to be true, life gets strange. People you swore you could not live without become names you rarely say. The things you thought you needed find other hands. Even memory begins betraying its promises. A face you were certain…

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  • Almost

    There were rules nobody remembered agreeing to. The alarm sounded at the same hour each morning, coffee filled the same cup, and traffic gathered beneath the same red lights while hundreds of people stared through windshields toward places they had already been yesterday. Hours became numbers in an account, numbers became houses, cars, groceries, vacations,…

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  • Wearer of the Amulet

    There are people who wear jewelry because it matches the outfit. People who own drawers full of glittering things that are changed with the weather, the season, or the occasion. Gold on Tuesday. Silver on Friday. Diamonds for the gala. Plastic beads for the beach. Nothing wrong with that. Adornment has always been part of…

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  • Reflections Without Witnesses

    There was an old mirror that had never belonged to anyone. Not because no one wanted it. Because no one could keep it. It refused to tell the story people wanted. It only told the story that was. Collectors tried to frame it in gold. Kings tried to hide it behind velvet. Actors rehearsed in…

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  • The Garden of Echoes

    There is a garden that grows without sunlight. It doesn’t need rain. It doesn’t even need soil. It grows inside every person who has ever opened their mouth. No one plants it on purpose. Yet every day it becomes exactly what it is fed. Some gardens bloom with impossible colors. Others become overrun with weeds…

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  • The Lake That Never Forgot

    There is an old lake hidden beyond a crooked trail where maps refuse to be honest. The locals never spoke its name. They simply called it The Witness. Not because it judged. Because it remembered. Every leaf. Every promise. Every lie. Every excuse. Every person who believed the water could carry away something they refused…

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  • The Girl Who Closed the Book

    The university library was almost empty. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead. Rain tapped softly against the windows. Somewhere in the distance a printer coughed out pages nobody would read twice. She sat alone at a wooden table buried beneath notebooks, highlighters, half-drunk coffee, and a stack of books that had become progressively stranger over the…

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  • Born of Sevens

    There was a table hidden in plain sight. Not the kind hidden behind locked doors or guarded by passwords. The kind hidden because most people would never recognize its value if they sat down in the empty chair. The room itself was ordinary. Wood floors. Dim lights. Coffee cups scattered across the table. No one…

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  • The Audacity of Becoming

    There comes a point in life where you have to wake up in the morning, swing your feet over the side of the bed, and decide exactly who you are going to be before the world gets a vote. Not tomorrow. Not when the money shows up. Not when the relationship works out. Not when…

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