Retcon Heir

There are few things worse than a loved one gone missing. At least one of those is not knowing if there was anyone to miss in the first place.

This is a tale of tales. Of gods, memories, mythtellers, a Muse, an Author, and the friend She seeks in the world She helped knit into Being.


1. Prologue

"By breath, by light

by space, by time 

I weave these words,

I spin my rhyme.


For life, for hope

for void, for heart

I lend my voice

I craft my art.


Beloved Muse,

please grant me speech,

I ask for ears

my voice to reach.


The tale I tell

now yours to share.

The words I hold

now yours to bear.






- modern existential philosopher Vin Diesel

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