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Back then, Mysie hadn’t expected anything interesting to wash up during her beach cleanup after the False Whale incident. Just kelp, shells, and maybe a crab with too much confidence. But instead, she found a head. A statue head made out of a marble, to be exact. Weathered, mossy, and ancient with eyes so smooth and hollow, staring at nothing and everything all at once. Of course, Mysie brought her discovery to none other than Pun Hmorg himself. And here they are. Ex...

The forest at late autumn always felt like a giant quilt has been draped over the world. Soft, chilly, and just a little sleepy. And today, Mysie hopped between the branches like a wandering lantern, in search for something in particular.   The month of sharing was her favorite. A whole set of weeks dedicated to kindness, sharing warmth, and helping creatures and humans who needed it?   Sign her way up and she'd be very thankful for that! ...

The ocean was quiet now. Too quiet for Mysie’s liking.   The tide had drawn back to reveal the aftermath of the False Whale’s rampage. A shoreline that once lined with pale shells and glittering sand are now buried under the thick black sludge. Shattered corals and unrecognizable debris clung to the beach, and the faint scent of brine mixed with something acrid.   Mysie wrinkled her nose as her paws sank into the muck, “Ugh, I swear the se...

The sky above the ocean was breaking.   A tremor rippled through the waters, turning their gentle shimmer into a violent pulse. Shadows coiled and twisted within the depths, a darkness older than memory, restless and hungry for light.   The False Whale is rising.   It broke the surface with a sound that tore through the realm like thunder. A chorus of anguished cries followed, the voices of countless corrupted souls fused ...

The day light filtered gently through the thick canopy of the cave, scattering soft rays onto the cave floor below. In a small clearing where moss carpeted the ground and the air smelled faintly of dewdrops, Poppo and Pun Hmorg stood, staring at Zona.   "Well?" Pun Hmorg grinned, nudging Zona slightly with his wingtip, "You’re the smallest out of three of us. I'm sure you can fit in there nice and easy!"   Before them was a tangled pile of fal...

The morning sun peaked over the horizon, casting a warm feeling across the sands and seafoam. And nestled near a weathered rock, in front of Poppo and Pun Hmorg, Zona carefully laid out the tattered pieces of a map they found earlier. Poppo took a step closer to Zona. Curiously, she tilted her head as she watch Zona carefully took each of the piece of paper from the bottle, “Can I help you out, Zona?” Zona beamed at the offer, “Of course! The more paws at work,...

A gentle breeze rustled the petals of the blooming trees, carrying the fresh scent of the spring. As Poppo strolled through the bustling streets, other Stelciars and Phosrays around her were enjoying the warmth of the season—some arranging flower garlands, others painting vibrant spring scenes on canvases, and a few simply basking in the soft sunlight. Laughter and chatter filled the air, blending with the soft hum of nature’s renewal.   Strolling through the live...

The night sky stretched endlessly, the sky painted with the colors of deep blue and violet are filled with sparkling stars. The bright full moon glowed brightly, iluminating the peaceful world below.   Amidst the gentle night wind, Poppo drifted effortlessly as her gigantic wings carried her through the peaceful night sky. Tonight, she has a task to fulfill.   Poppo then landed softly in a thick forest. The air was thick with the scent of damp e...