Set Meridian

Nestled right at the edge of the lake, between towering cliffs and soft, rolling hills dotted with vineyards, lie old, picturesque towns that feel timeless and calm. Small boats drift slowly along the shore, rocking gently with the lake’s quiet rhythm. Here, the water never rushes or foam. It simply is, still, deep, like it is listening and telling a soft story. When I finally got to visit, the la...

I was looking through some old photos the other day, and one of them stopped me. There, in the background, almost forgotten, was the old toy box. The same one we used to crowd around when we were kids. It was scratched up, the lid always a bit crooked, but it held everything that mattered back then, tiny cars, mismatched action figures, a bear with one eye and a heart that somehow made us all feel...

A story of deception, sadness and awakening told in a somewhat progressive form. Masterfully selling potions and charms Carefully picking herbs to fuel the harm Pitiful creature born of spell and ash Regret now stalks you, rising with the crash Cleverly weaving symbols in the dust Chanting the words with eyes so cold and just Power through envy, drawn from cursed desire And silence falls like smok...

I once tried stacking river stones to build a small tower. No matter how carefully I placed them, the pile always collapsed. Eventually, I noticed something simple: each stone had a flat side and a round side. When I didn’t pay attention, I placed them however they landed in my hand. But when a round side met another uneven surface, the whole thing became unstable. So I began flipping each stone,...

English texts below: Habían pasado semanas desde la última vez que nos vimos, pero en mi mente, el tiempo no obedecía calendarios. Lo sentía aún presente en las pequeñas cosas: una canción vieja que sonaba en la radio, el eco de una risa que no era precisamente la suya, pero que lo era todo. Yo me pregunto si habíamos sentido lo mismo, si en algún rincón del pensamiento, escondido detrás de mil ot...

I used to think of blight as something that takes. A rot, a ruin, a creeping thing that spoils. I’d heard the word used in gardens, in news reports, in quiet conversations about things gone wrong. But then it happened to me. Not the decay. Not the withering. The other kind. It began slowly, like most disasters do. A touch, a glance, a sentence that stayed too long in my head. Spinning. Love. I thi...

Love doesn’t stop where it starts. It begins with a splash, a single, brave moment, and then moves onward, carrying kindness, joy, and the growing echo of that first encounter, ever expanding, ever deepening. Love is just like a ripple in water. Once the surface breaks and that splash begins, a chain reaction unfolds. Waves expand outward, dancing across the stillness in soft, choreographed concen...

(Below English text)Español: Hace más de veinte años que me alejé de la ciudad donde crecí. La vida me llevó lejos, a otros lugares, otras costumbres, otros silencios. Y aunque aquí encontré mi hogar, y me gusta estar donde estoy, a veces una foto, una voz, una llamada, me devuelve, como un suspiro lento, a aquel lugar donde todo comenzó. No es tristeza lo que siento, es melancolía, es afecto. Un...

A bundle of cables sat in a box, tightly tangled and full of knots. At first glance, it looked like a mess that would take forever to fix. Every time I pulled or shook it, the knots tightened, and it seemed even more hopeless. But then I approached it with calm and patience. As I looked at each twist closely, a small loop revealed itself. With a gentle pull, it loosened. Then another knot followed...

I still hear your stories Carried softly to my ears, Like summer whispers drifting Through the rustling leaves. The birds still sing your songs, Spreading wide across the hills, Filling valleys, touching rivers, With light and sound that lives. The wind still hums your laughter, Weaving echoes through the trees, A fleeting warmth upon my skin, Like dusk that never fades. And when the stars awaken,...

The seesaw teetered under the weight of love and hate. She sat on one end, he on the other, the air between them thick with things left unsaid. Up. A lingering touch. A whispered apology. The warmth of something that once felt like home. Down. A cruel word. A shattered promise. The weight of all the ways they had broken each other. The trees twisted around them, gnarled and endless. The path out h...

The eagle soared high above the valley, its golden eyes scanning the land below. The wind was strong, but its wings knew the currents well. It had spent months away, hunting in distant places, testing itself against storms it once feared. Now, with a branch in its talons, it turned toward the mountain where it was born. The nest was still there—weathered but strong, the foundation holding despite...

The world moves in loops, steady and predictable. The tides obey the moon, the seasons circle back in their familiar dance, and the stars return to their appointed places in the night. Yet, just like life, the pattern is never perfect. A wave surged too far, like an unplanned meeting that changed everything. A late frost nipped at spring’s first bloom, like a missed chance that led somewhere unexp...

I received your call, and it surprised me, I had to rush to you. The distance was long, and getting there on time felt almost impossible. My mind raced as I ran, thinking of everything I wanted to say, rehearsing the words over and over. But then, a thought struck me! I couldn’t arrive empty-handed. I spotted a small flower shop just as the owner was closing. Out of breath, I managed to grab the o...

The soft hum of the airport filled the space between them, a quiet symphony of departures and arrivals. Hands clasped tightly, neither wanted to let go, as if the strength of their grip could hold time still. Outside the towering glass windows, planes climbed into the sky, their distant rumble echoing through the terminal. “Don't worry, you have everything?” My voice was soft, trembling just enoug...

O fairest damsel, thy visage doth linger in my mind as the morn’s dew upon the leaf. Though mine heart be sworn to this holy quest, it heaveth with the weight of thy absence. Each step I taketh upon this barren path doth stretch the gulf betwixt us, and mine soul doth pine for thy gentle voice, thy tender gaze. Pray, let not thy spirit falter, for though the miles be many, my love for thee remaine...

Life is like a swing hanging from a sturdy tree branch. Some days, you soar high, feeling the joy and freedom as the wind brushes past your face. Other days, you sink low, weighed down by heaviness, wondering if you’ll ever rise again. Emotions are like the unseen hands that push and pull you—sometimes gently, sometimes with more force than you’re ready for—but they keep you moving. And just like...

Lying on the soft, sun-warmed sand, you feel the gentle rhythm of the waves as they kiss the shore, their soothing sound a natural lullaby. The salty breeze carries the scent of the ocean, mingling with the warmth of the sun on your skin. In this peaceful haven, the beach feels like an embrace shared with loved ones. Each wave that rolls ashore mirrors the comfort of their presence, steady and soo...

We lingered at the café door, clutching notebooks and nerves alike. Inside, a gentle strum of guitar mingled with the low murmur of conversation and the rich aroma of coffee. It was a space brimming with ease, but for us, every step forward felt unsteady, like toddlers daring to walk across an unfamiliar room. Our years didn’t make us immune to fear; they only made it easier to hesitate. When our...

The molecule drifted upward, breaking free from the confines of the droplet. As it rose into the air, it marveled at the vastness around it, each shift and swirl a new discovery. It passed through clouds, watching other molecules stay anchored in familiar formations, content in their stillness. But this molecule sought something more: freedom, movement, the unknown. It glided past trees and buildi...

The sky stretched endlessly, and the air was light, as if the very act of flying could erase all the weight of the world. Memories surfaced—perfect, fleeting moments—first kisses, late-night laughter, summers that felt infinite. Everything is exactly as it should be. The future seemed clear, a continuation of this peace. Days filled with joy, love, and adventure. This is how it’s supposed to end,...

The night is quiet, but the waves are alive, crashing rhythmically against the shore. You walk along the coastline, your feet sinking into the sand with every step. The air is warm, filled with salt, and there's a sense of something timeless hanging in it—something you can't quite put into words. With each step, you move closer to the ocean’s embrace, the world around you slipping away. The horizo...

Hit the ground like it insulted you. Let your boots smash the floor, your fists pound the air. The music isn’t just sound—it’s a challenge, a battle cry. Jump until the rage boils over, until your legs scream for mercy. Let the sweat drip, let the fire burn; this is your war zone, and you’re here to conquer. Every stomp sends a shockwave through your soul, shaking loose the chains of whatever held...

At dawn, a flock of starlings sweeps across the sky, weaving patterns that seem almost rehearsed. Each bird watches the others, borrowing the angles of their turns, the timing of their dips, and the rhythm of their flight. None flies alone, yet none follows blindly. Instead, they adapt, blending what they see into their own unique path through the air. It’s not just movement; it’s a silent dialogu...

I walked her to her car, the night air still humming with our laughter and conversations. The parking lot was quiet, stars barely visible overhead, but she lit up everything around her in that beautiful yellow jumper. She leaned against her car and turned to me, her eyes lingering like there was something left unspoken, something waiting between us. My heart pounded so loud I was sure she could he...