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on January 01, 2025

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The Spark of Change"

It began, as most stories of transformation do, with a small, seemingly inconsequential event. Ivy Mae stood at the edge of the derelict foundry, a place she had been warned to avoid. The rumors called it cursed, haunted by the ghosts of alchemists who had sought to turn base metals into gold. But Ivy wasn’t afraid of ghosts. She was afraid of the ordinary. Behind her, Jas fidgeted, the flashlight in their hand flickering uncertainly. “Are you sure this is a good idea? Roman’s gonna flip when he finds out.” “Roman isn’t here,” Ivy said sharply, her voice echoing through the cavernous space. “And we’re not doing anything wrong. It’s just… a place.” Yet as she stepped inside, the air grew heavier, almost alive. The metallic tang was sharper, the shadows darker. Ivy could feel it in her bones: this place wasn’t ordinary. And that’s exactly why she had come. Jas hesitated at the threshold. “Ivy, seriously. People disappear around here.” “People disappear everywhere,” Ivy replied, brushing ...

Woke something up

Woke Something Up Before Ivy could respond, the low rumble became a sudden crack! A blinding surge of light burst from the tree, the ornaments exploding in a cascade of glittering sparks. The room lit up like a thousand firecrackers had gone off at once. “Down!” Roman yelled, diving behind a nearby rock. Jas and Ivy dropped to the ground, shielding their faces from the brilliant display. And then, just as suddenly as it started, it was over. The room plunged back into darkness, save for the faint glow of the crystals on the walls. The once-magnificent tree now stood charred and smoking, its branches reduced to spindly black sticks. For a moment, no one spoke. The silence was broken only by the sound of Jas’s flashlight clattering to the ground as they started to laugh. “What is wrong with you?” Roman snapped, peering cautiously over his rock. “I’m sorry!” Jas wheezed, tears streaming down their face. “It’s just… did we really come all the way down here… just to blow up a Christmas...

SPECIAL EDITION: Run your next!

Ivy didn’t answer. Her eyes were locked on the sky, where the auroras twisted and shifted like a living thing. For a brief moment, the lights formed a pattern—circles within circles, like the ancient carvings she’d seen in her grandmother’s books. “Guys,” Jas said, their voice trembling. “I think this is just the beginning.” The radio crackled again. This time, it wasn’t a warning. It was a single word, clear and deliberate: “…RUN…” The group froze, staring at the small, battered radio as if it might grow teeth. Then, before anyone could speak, a deafening crack split the air. Across the field, a UPS cargo carrier lay embedded in the ground, its metal sides crushed like a tin can. Smoke spiraled into the sky, and debris was scattered across the earth. Roman was the first to move. "We have to check it out," he said, already heading toward the crash site. "Are you serious?" Ivy Mae hissed, grabbing his arm. "What if it's dangerous? What if whatever caused th...

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