Born of parasites and tears.
Only worn by those who know the cost of creation.
Only given to those who deserve to manifest their dreams.
By LUMARANA through Nataniel Wettstein
December 2025
We both looked over the table. 5 vials of oil laid. The man – waiting for them to rest. Time passed, and every moment felt…
The Box The golden rays came in through the little window of my basement apartment. The way the light hit, it was perfect — the…
She sat in my chair — a new client. A friend had put us in contact and she was curious. Excited about what was to…
The boy stirred in his sleep, and his peace highlighted my turmoil. I gently got up and began to walk around the jasmine field. I…
The air smelled of sweet grasses and water plants, it smelled of the water, the biome, the river. As I walked my feet squished through…