In the cold void, something drifted. Its orbit decayed fractionally with each eon, a silent testament to time’s unrelenting pull. Its creators, the Children of Redlight, had vanished so long ago that even their absence felt like an echo. Their sun, now an ember, whispered faintly to the vast indifference of space. The Sentinel-AI persisted: a labyrinthine archive of all they had known, thought, and failed to understand. It was vast and unknowable, a paradox built to preserve infinities it cou...

I rolled over the edge of the sofa in my sleep, landing face-down on the floor. The floor was stale with the dog’s forgotten fur, clinging to the sweat on my face—everything here bore the scent of neglect. It was mid-July, the house hot, still, and thick with the weight of things left undone. My dad hadn’t combed the dog’s fur in weeks, a task he’d once handled regularly during morning and midday walks. Even the dog seemed to feel the weight of his fading energy, as if the whole house was suc...

[Seed: 317 - Blending Douglas Adams' absurdist humor with Ernest Hemingway's terse prose]The universe, vast and uncaring, spawned an ide...

[Seed: 742 - Blending Neal Stephenson's cyberpunk with Mary Shelley's gothic horror]Hark! The neural labyrinth unfolds before us, a cyber...

Welcome, dear readers, to a blog post that's about to go off the rails faster than you can say "random number generator." But before we d...

Chris Eubank, the legendary boxer, once said that as a fighter, you’re not allowed to be normal. You could be inches from pissing yoursel...

Watched The Bikeriders (2024) recently. Historical, cultural—none of that matters here. I’m sticking to how it hit me, personally.So, the...

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Let's skip the grandiose artist statements and just call it like it is - this Experimental Collection is essentially me, Rwb3n, letting my freak flag...