Category: threadwalker
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Field Note: No Story?
Not walking away. Just walking differently. The story will return. When it does, it’ll carry something new. — Threatwalker
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The Vault Beneath the Thread
When the thread snaps, they fall. Into a vault that isn’t a tomb, guarded by stone that remembers, and a puzzle that hums with unfinished meaning. As Eria bruises her way through battle and Sera deciphers symbols that rewrite themselves, the four threadwalkers descend into something older than memory — and far from done with…
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The Northern Thread
On the night the snow refused to stop, three strangers found themselves pulled to a tavern at the edge of nowhere — a quiet writer, a storm-blind brawler, and a merchant who trades in stories instead of gold. When the pale dog Price goes still and the firelight bends, they follow a thread into the…
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Infinite Ship 003
Infinite Ship 003 The ship wakes before its crew, humming like it remembers something they don’t. Today, the sea isn’t water — it’s glass, reflecting the sky like a broken mirror. The crew tiptoes across the deck, unsure if they’re sailing the world or just their own reflections. A fish the size of a mast…
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The Shape of What’s Remembered
The world is ending, but not all endings are meant to vanish. In the shadow of the last firestorm, two walkers stand inside the breath of time, guided by a thread that remembers what they cannot. As the Guardian stirs and the horizon collapses, they must witness the death of an age—because memory is the…
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They Knew We’d Come Back
At the edge of an epoch, they walked through memory. The girl wore a thread like a question. The man, a history undone. They didn’t find a future. They didn’t even return. They remembered forward—into something vast and ending. This was not survival. This was witness.
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Where Did the Water Go?
Two castaways drift across a world of endless sea, chasing the ghost of a forgotten past. But when birds fall from the sky and dolphins guide them beneath the waves, they stumble into something far older than memory. Time doesn’t move forward here—it circles, waits… and watches.
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The Core of Dave
You followed the thread, thinking it was yours. But down here — at the core — you find someone else waiting. Three selves. One wound. And you, holding what none of them could. This isn’t about fixing. It’s about witnessing. And when the laughter finally comes… it’s not relief. It’s recognition.
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One of Those Threads
You step through the portal. The room looks the same — but isn’t. Dave’s already there. So is Dave. They argue about spores, tea, and who’s real. The thread doesn’t care. It leads you to something vast. A tree made of light. Something inside it is broken. You pull. And the world forgets which way…
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The Forgotten Bloom.
A threadwalker arrives in the Bloom — a world of fungal towers, green mist, and quiet rules that don’t quite fit. What begins as simple exploration shifts into something stranger, as keys reveal themselves, portals wake, and a sudden pull sets the path forward.
