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The music existed solely for showmanship, the sand-made creations moving under my will, not my father’s notes, a harmonious dance we’d perfected.

Only one man ever noticed, and he conjured his own beasts to twine with mine, those creatures looking much like our bodies in all the evenings since.


Image by Shreya Shetty

Here’s a happier bit story that’s a nod toward my DaSunder Chronicles, where sand conjurers hide among the everyday :)

What would your two line story be?