its a passion project of mine that i've been wanting to make for years now and i'm taking the risk and just do it.
The Ember SanctumChapter 1- Ash in the Circuit
Lucas hated the silence.It wasn’t the calm, meditative kind. It was the sharp, surgical silence that filled Poper HQ like a knife poised above skin. The kind that judged your breath and made you wish you didn’t need to take one. He stood still in line—shoulders square, chin up—like the others. Poper recruits wore the same jet-black uniforms, stitched with iridescent thread that shimmered faintly when they exhaled. Everyone looked the same on the outside. That was the point. Inside? Lucas’s he...
The Ember SanctumChapter 4: The Flesh of Truth
Lucas didn't dream anymore.Whatever piece of him could escape into sleep had been torn out the moment the mark branded his skin. Now there was only sterile light, questions without voices, and the hum of machines dissecting him one nerve at a time. He lay shirtless in the heart of the Poper facility, strapped to a medical slab surrounded by medics and masked figures in pristine uniforms. Their badges bore the burnished claw of the Poper emblem—a cold reminder that he wasn’t a cadet anymo...
The Ember SanctumChapter 2-The Fracture Beneath Steel
Bazel did not flinch when Shadow Light appeared.He didn’t twitch. Didn’t reach for the weapon at his hip. Didn’t blink.But inside, he was already logging fifteen ways to kill a ghost that couldn’t be touched. The cameras in the Initiation Chamber fizzed for 3.4 seconds. Every system rebooted itself without warning. Bazel’s console—state-of-the-art Sanctum-grade tech—went dead and came back humming like it had forgotten its own name. **Shadow Light.**A myth with a heartbeat. A mistake they cou...
The Ember SanctumChapter 1- Ash in the Circuit
Lucas hated the silence.It wasn’t the calm, meditative kind. It was the sharp, surgical silence that filled Poper HQ like a knife poised above skin. The kind that judged your breath and made you wish you didn’t need to take one. He stood still in line—shoulders square, chin up—like the others. Poper recruits wore the same jet-black uniforms, stitched with iridescent thread that shimmered faintly when they exhaled. Everyone looked the same on the outside. That was the point. Inside? Lucas’s he...
The Ember SanctumChapter 4: The Flesh of Truth
Lucas didn't dream anymore.Whatever piece of him could escape into sleep had been torn out the moment the mark branded his skin. Now there was only sterile light, questions without voices, and the hum of machines dissecting him one nerve at a time. He lay shirtless in the heart of the Poper facility, strapped to a medical slab surrounded by medics and masked figures in pristine uniforms. Their badges bore the burnished claw of the Poper emblem—a cold reminder that he wasn’t a cadet anymo...
The Ember SanctumChapter 2-The Fracture Beneath Steel
Bazel did not flinch when Shadow Light appeared.He didn’t twitch. Didn’t reach for the weapon at his hip. Didn’t blink.But inside, he was already logging fifteen ways to kill a ghost that couldn’t be touched. The cameras in the Initiation Chamber fizzed for 3.4 seconds. Every system rebooted itself without warning. Bazel’s console—state-of-the-art Sanctum-grade tech—went dead and came back humming like it had forgotten its own name. **Shadow Light.**A myth with a heartbeat. A mistake they cou...
its a passion project of mine that i've been wanting to make for years now and i'm taking the risk and just do it.
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A city by any other name would still be a city, this was a paradise- tapestries hanging from the stretched buildings, gilded lap lights to catch the night's fyre flies, rose colored fences that housed behind them houses of opulent grandeur. Towers rose past the housing units, if you favored more city life the rual you had your pick of the litter. Back alley ways missing what some would call vagrants, no gooders, candy stealers, not even a mouse to sneak a crumb of the street. I mean how could he? down to the cupboards, cracks and pipes, to the air, toilets and even the shit- yes poop- (fecal matter) was as clean as virtually possible. All impurities are met before the Sanctum and all our taken into by the flam. The flame cleanses, purifies, heals… burns….
The sanctum stood at the heart of the city, what wonders the world can accomplish when blending the mysticism of the Sanctum and the technology of today. When I meant you had your pick of the litter you can buy a door and choose how much space you need for bedrooms, baths, nooks, kitchens etc… Once you had your specifications or floor plans mapped, snap with a flicker and a flash your house apartment is complete and it's tethered to your DNA and psychic fingerprint. All standard things you provide of course. Which means when you touch the door handle your house is there in its own spectral nano tech space and when you're gone it's no longer there. So when you see these gorgeous buildings from dawn’s peak just know that they are lined with rows of meticulously crafted unique doors for each person there under residence. Even with the mystical ingenuity of man the sanctum holds even greater beauty and opulence: red gold and purple clothes draped from the front banisters in a cilindar like fashion. Grecian pillars formed in between each banastar its stone fashioned of ember, onyx, ruby, and rose quartz. You'd think it was something out of a fairy tale. Clearly it's the oldest grandest building around here and we wouldn't have it any other way. The wisdom it shared with us and the wars it's stopped in its place of its wisdom, has brought a peace that ushered in this new age of techno mystic renaissance, and nobody sought to ruin the peace, the love, the harmony.
**-Cinder M.**
A city by any other name would still be a city, this was a paradise- tapestries hanging from the stretched buildings, gilded lap lights to catch the night's fyre flies, rose colored fences that housed behind them houses of opulent grandeur. Towers rose past the housing units, if you favored more city life the rual you had your pick of the litter. Back alley ways missing what some would call vagrants, no gooders, candy stealers, not even a mouse to sneak a crumb of the street. I mean how could he? down to the cupboards, cracks and pipes, to the air, toilets and even the shit- yes poop- (fecal matter) was as clean as virtually possible. All impurities are met before the Sanctum and all our taken into by the flam. The flame cleanses, purifies, heals… burns….
The sanctum stood at the heart of the city, what wonders the world can accomplish when blending the mysticism of the Sanctum and the technology of today. When I meant you had your pick of the litter you can buy a door and choose how much space you need for bedrooms, baths, nooks, kitchens etc… Once you had your specifications or floor plans mapped, snap with a flicker and a flash your house apartment is complete and it's tethered to your DNA and psychic fingerprint. All standard things you provide of course. Which means when you touch the door handle your house is there in its own spectral nano tech space and when you're gone it's no longer there. So when you see these gorgeous buildings from dawn’s peak just know that they are lined with rows of meticulously crafted unique doors for each person there under residence. Even with the mystical ingenuity of man the sanctum holds even greater beauty and opulence: red gold and purple clothes draped from the front banisters in a cilindar like fashion. Grecian pillars formed in between each banastar its stone fashioned of ember, onyx, ruby, and rose quartz. You'd think it was something out of a fairy tale. Clearly it's the oldest grandest building around here and we wouldn't have it any other way. The wisdom it shared with us and the wars it's stopped in its place of its wisdom, has brought a peace that ushered in this new age of techno mystic renaissance, and nobody sought to ruin the peace, the love, the harmony.
**-Cinder M.**
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