Ongoing
This Neanderthal
I was born forty-five thousand years before the world learned to count its own age and I died for the first time before the afterlife had been invented. I have worn hundreds of names through the ages, some given, some chosen, some I liked, some I hated. As I watch the stars die, one truth remains: I am This Neanderthal.
Completed
Sky Pillar
It cannot walk. It cannot speak — not at first. It has no sword, no master, no sect willing to take it as a disciple. What it has is time, stillness, and roots that drink deep from the spiritual veins of the world itself. While human cultivators chase after pills and techniques, scrambling and scheming and dying young from greed, the tree simply grows — patiently, inexorably, in every direction at once.


