Day 33. 86 pages, 38,655 words.
As it ascended the fourth terrace, the glowing stranger became aware of a keening note, plaintive and soft, coming from beyond the final terrace. 341 more words
Day 32. 80 pages, 35,797 words.
The traveller did not panic. It knew, perhaps instinctively, perhaps from the long years it had spent in the realm of the long grasses, that the worm would not venture from its own specific depth – not up the invisible slopes, at least. 249 more words
Day 31. 78 pages, 34,917 words.
I wasted a bit of time and effort a few days back, making a series of maps. They’re mostly still blank and they’re done scrappily in MS Paint rather than a nice vector graphics tool like I’d prefer, and there’s no real design or architectural planning going into them… but I couldn’t really bring myself to use my work resources to draw these, and dang if those vector tools aren’t expensive. 508 more words