Episode 91: Poetry Reading Voice ASMR
Written by luxluminouss
evening slips in slowly,
settling along the railing
small lights flicker faintly
barely noticed in the twilight,
but still present
warmth rests in the intertwined vines,
caught between worn floorboards
and the gentle breeze
the horizon dims, far and close,
a palette that doesn’t rush
just stays
a steady presence
remaining
blending deeper into the stillness,
threading through spaces
that never asked to be filled
just a glow
that holds
long after it’s seen
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Episode 92: Vignette
Written by your.daddy.kisser
Every day, at the edge of worlds, where the path dissolved into the shadow of trees, she slipped off her shoes- as if shedding the weight of human order. She stood barefoot at the forest’s threshold, and for a brief moment, she fell silent with it. Closing her eyes, she let the pine-scented breath seep deep into her, down to the very roots of her soul. The whisper of birds was no longer sound, but a language she understood without words.
Mist wove itself through the branches, and the damp earth carried the scent of everything that had come before her. She stepped further in- not as a visitor, but as a part of the place. With every step, boundaries faded, roles dissolved, and the need to suppress what was wild and primal disappeared. In the forest, there were no masks. No expectations. There was only her- bare in her truth, calm, untamed. For the forest did not welcome her. The forest recognized her.
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Episode 93: Prose
Written by toujours.ria
They say we are made of stars.. and I know not if that is true.. I think perhaps we are born of the remnants, like ash, that remain.. for what are we really, If not born of the void? But is that not too magic? The becoming from the darkness.. a reminder that no spark of light is ever in vain.. for here you are.. here you are.. the indomitable spirit, born of ash, the absense of all you could have clung to.. yet lit in spite, your very own everlasting flame.
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Episode 94: Paper Wings
Written by the.insomniac.in.black
Paper Wings
At first glance I thought
You were a butterfly
Elegant, shining
A beauty no one can deny
I thought you caught every eye
That you could steal every scene
That when any problem comes
You would spread your wings and leave
But pretty things get shaky
When the weather turns cold
And underneath the colors
Was a frightened little soul
You looked made for heaven
Like some bright artistic sign
But your wings were made of paper
And your storms all became mine
Now you circle every fire
Like you need the pain to breathe
Trading pieces of your spirit
For illusions and relief
And I hold the ash of who you were
While staring at the cloth
Because I did not love a butterfly
I fell in love with a moth
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Episode 95: Poetry Reading ASMR
Written by aurorablackpelt
Also tell me when
the fire
Melted the ice around the still
beating heart
How was the realisation of new
Bright Blessed lust,
A slow burn, burning beautifully.
When, did you realise you couldn't run anymore from my presence
Amongst your hills
Happily singing my songs
My name, cracking
Like thunder and lightning
Across your sky.