The Wind in Lyanda's Wake: She was born to the mist
The Firewalk of Matthew: Matthew was not born of fire, but fire lived in him.
Threadwalker- the Mirror Realms: She had always felt the edges of things.
Nayra's Earth, The Geomancer's Vein: The Andes were her cradle.
Isolde's Archive, The Codex of Flame: Before ink was sacred, before parchment bore the weight of spell or scripture, there were those who carried knowledge in blood. Isolde was one.
Aravelle's Requiem, The Symphony of Soul: Aravelle was born in a quiet hamlet where music held more memory than ink, Where songs were passed mouth to mouth like sacred wine, and every child's first lullaby was an inheritance.
Past Life Chapter-Noah: The Boy with the Garden Soul
The Rebel Nurse of the Citadel: In the sterile, humming corridors of the Ascendant Spire- a city that never touched the ground- Veyra Sol was born under the lights of the Clean Sector.
The Witch of Threeshadow Moore: Long before gods fell asleep, when the winds still spoke in full sentences and the moon bled silver in her grief, a child was born on the edge of Threeshadow Moore, a place where sky , earth and the dead blurred together.
Echoes of My Imagination is a story sanctuary for all ages—each tale original, each word intentional. Some stories soothe. Some stir.
All invite you inward.
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Crafted by Tracy Lee Thompson
