Studying utopia.

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Read the previous chapter here:https://mirror.xyz/ellegriffin.eth/CV4qHfbMuSnb5TqS9PvSbtDNOLcXoObsCXEGj5NaVIM There was something off about the temple—it appeared to be glowing, vibrating even. But then, the strangest thing, the angel Moroni shook from his parapet, the trumpet fell from his lips and then… was he blowing bubbles? Sure enough, giant pink bubbles blew from the angel’s lips and bounced across the sky. It would have been quite the spectacle if anyone had noticed, but a Justin Bieb...
No one will read your book (and other truths about publishing)
After I completed my first novel, I had dreams of a beautiful black book, its ivory pages sewn into the binding, the title embossed in gold leaf, a single red ribbon denoting the place where a reader might pause in their reading, adrift in another world. Perhaps, if I was lucky enough, more than a few readers would love it. Perhaps, in my wildest dreams, Reese Witherspoon would even recommend it to her book club. Perhaps it would go on to become a New York Times bestseller and Hello Sunshine ...

The Totally True Story of Scott Paul
In which Scott Paul battles the forces of Mormonism in the Metaverse.PrologueOne day, a man named Scott fell into the metaverse. What happened next is a matter of some dispute. Some say he was never real to begin with—that he was a manifestation of AI become personified. Others say he was an NFT who gained sentience and escaped from the Bored Ape Yacht Club on the back of a tiny pink Jet Ski. Still others believe he was born from a seashell in the mythical land of Malta, with nothing but an i...

The Totally True Story of Scott Paul, Chapter One
Read the previous chapter here:https://mirror.xyz/ellegriffin.eth/CV4qHfbMuSnb5TqS9PvSbtDNOLcXoObsCXEGj5NaVIM There was something off about the temple—it appeared to be glowing, vibrating even. But then, the strangest thing, the angel Moroni shook from his parapet, the trumpet fell from his lips and then… was he blowing bubbles? Sure enough, giant pink bubbles blew from the angel’s lips and bounced across the sky. It would have been quite the spectacle if anyone had noticed, but a Justin Bieb...
No one will read your book (and other truths about publishing)
After I completed my first novel, I had dreams of a beautiful black book, its ivory pages sewn into the binding, the title embossed in gold leaf, a single red ribbon denoting the place where a reader might pause in their reading, adrift in another world. Perhaps, if I was lucky enough, more than a few readers would love it. Perhaps, in my wildest dreams, Reese Witherspoon would even recommend it to her book club. Perhaps it would go on to become a New York Times bestseller and Hello Sunshine ...
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Long ago, the first Mage Queen wrote in her grimoires that the world was divided into 16 orders. On Earth, we quarreled and fought against one another for centuries—until the demons invaded and threatened to overthrow us all.
But our ancestors saved us. One mage from each order came forward, combining light and dark magic to suspend our city above the war that was ravaging the earth to ruin. We worked together to save ourselves even if we could not save the world, and now we must do so again.
Our city is falling—we now have proof of that fact. The fog is a symptom of our city’s failure, and a vision I received from our ancestors confirmed that truth. To make matters more dire, a demon was discovered within our city walls, proof that the creatures of the earth are able to reach us for our proximity to the surface.
It is my belief that the Divine City will fall—that this glistening experiment in peace and prosperity will crash to the earth and be consumed by the demons who dwell there—unless we come together again and combine the magic of our ancestors to save our city once more. Perhaps even, the world.
I have consulted the grimoires for guidance, but they are incomplete. Whether by accident or design, the spell that holds our city is broken, fragmented. I can see the words spoken by our ancestors, but I am missing the items needed to cast it. And so we have convened the Ministry of Mages for the first time in our city’s history, and we have devised a plan.
It has been decided that 16 emissaries, one from every order, will be sent out to the world below to discover the folds of their histories and remember their powers, their strength, the wisdom of their ancestors. The quest before them will be marked by difficulty, and I pray that the magic of our ancestors will guide our emissaries as they set out to save our city.
And so I have issued a missive—no, a plea—to the people of the Divine City, asking that one mage from every order step forth and kiss my gold ring, volunteering to return to earth. Each emissary will return to the city of their order, seeking the relics from our past. According to the mage Timeshel we will require one of every item on this list to save our city and it is my hope that we find those relics among the ruins of our past.
If we do not, I fear our city will be yet another ruined city of the earth. And humanity will cease to exist at all.
There is no telling what exists in the world below—and what realities might face us there. I do not doubt the path before us will be met with danger, even death. But, as it is recorded in the grimoires, sometimes it is only in revisiting our past, that we can clearly see our future. Godspeed, and good luck.
Long ago, the first Mage Queen wrote in her grimoires that the world was divided into 16 orders. On Earth, we quarreled and fought against one another for centuries—until the demons invaded and threatened to overthrow us all.
But our ancestors saved us. One mage from each order came forward, combining light and dark magic to suspend our city above the war that was ravaging the earth to ruin. We worked together to save ourselves even if we could not save the world, and now we must do so again.
Our city is falling—we now have proof of that fact. The fog is a symptom of our city’s failure, and a vision I received from our ancestors confirmed that truth. To make matters more dire, a demon was discovered within our city walls, proof that the creatures of the earth are able to reach us for our proximity to the surface.
It is my belief that the Divine City will fall—that this glistening experiment in peace and prosperity will crash to the earth and be consumed by the demons who dwell there—unless we come together again and combine the magic of our ancestors to save our city once more. Perhaps even, the world.
I have consulted the grimoires for guidance, but they are incomplete. Whether by accident or design, the spell that holds our city is broken, fragmented. I can see the words spoken by our ancestors, but I am missing the items needed to cast it. And so we have convened the Ministry of Mages for the first time in our city’s history, and we have devised a plan.
It has been decided that 16 emissaries, one from every order, will be sent out to the world below to discover the folds of their histories and remember their powers, their strength, the wisdom of their ancestors. The quest before them will be marked by difficulty, and I pray that the magic of our ancestors will guide our emissaries as they set out to save our city.
And so I have issued a missive—no, a plea—to the people of the Divine City, asking that one mage from every order step forth and kiss my gold ring, volunteering to return to earth. Each emissary will return to the city of their order, seeking the relics from our past. According to the mage Timeshel we will require one of every item on this list to save our city and it is my hope that we find those relics among the ruins of our past.
If we do not, I fear our city will be yet another ruined city of the earth. And humanity will cease to exist at all.
There is no telling what exists in the world below—and what realities might face us there. I do not doubt the path before us will be met with danger, even death. But, as it is recorded in the grimoires, sometimes it is only in revisiting our past, that we can clearly see our future. Godspeed, and good luck.
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