Time in the Inkwell was nonlinear. The crushing void of the trial had receded, replaced by a space that resembled an infinite, dimly lit study. Floating islands of bookshelves drifted in the grey ether, and the floor was no longer liquid, but a solid expanse of obsidian, etched with white chalk lines like a tactician’s…
Month: January 2026
Deepest, Darkest Ink
[TW: Drowning/Suffocation] The blow Mordekai expected never came. There was no rending of flesh, no scorching hellfire. Instead, there was a sensation of absolute, suffocating fluidity. The floorboards of the Guild tower dissolved beneath his knees, melting away into substance. He fell. When his eyes snapped open, the wreckage of his library was gone. The…