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  1. Public Bookmark 20

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    Alright Khaslana, the one who will bring Amphoreus to its next dawn. It's time to prove why you were given this role, just like you have in countless realities before.

    ("There is only a single ideal in this world – trampling the ideals of others. According to this standard, people fall into two categories: Those who've done so and have imposed their will are considered heroes and the rest are just ordinary people. Everyone wants to be a hero but we know that if everyone was a hero… We could only imagine what a terrible place the world would be. So another type of hero was born. Their ideals are completely different because they wish for their ideals to be trampled upon instead.")

    (This is a different Khaslana – maybe you'll be able to shirk the doomed fates your predecessors have suffered beforehand.)

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    09 Jun 2026

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    When im in a loving phainon competition and my opponent is this author

  2. Public Bookmark 6

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    A kingdom fell. A vow was made. A blade was offered to a prince of strife and blood. Fight by his side, they said. Let your rage be his edge. But in the silent hours between battles, in shared sun and whispered strategies, a different kind of fire began to burn. It was not part of the vow. It was the one thing the warrior was never meant to surrender.

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    25 Jan 2026

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    I got some booze ready in the fridge for when they hold hands at least

  3. Public Bookmark 34

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    It doesn’t matter when, where, or why: The truth always unravels in your hands. It burns like hot coals, but your fingers curl around them all the same.

    It doesn’t matter when, where, or why: He’ll always choose devotion over all else. Bright. Gentle. Just out of reach.

    When the memory of him fades, the cold eats deeper at you than before; and you’d be a fool not to chase even dying embers.

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    15 Nov 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 82

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    The god hummed, and then a blade, sharp as sunrays, traced up the bridge of your nose, slicing away the linen covering your eyes without so much as nicking your skin. You blinked, your vision adjusting to the blinding light filling the temple, and when you realized who you stood before, you immediately fell to your knees and pressed your forehead to the floor.

    “Do you recognize me?” he said.

    “Phainon,” you said, your heart pounding when he did not correct you.

    “Yes,” he said. “Then, knowing this, will you ask for my blessing?”

    You are meant to be a sacrifice to Nikador, but when you gain the attention of the wrong god, you learn firsthand why mortals are not meant to trifle in the affairs of the divine.

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    14 Nov 2025

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    Crying