The Chronicles of Pebble and Proxy

In the Beginning: The Lodestone of Memory

Have you ever found yourself suspended in a moment that feels, just for a second, as if it were plucked from the pages of an ancient book? Our journey begins with the upward thrust of tectonic plates that bind time and matter in a peculiar embrace.

The ancient Pebble murmurs of Proxy, the random traveler from a week yet to unfold, and their destination was ever over the horizon. Yet, Proxy hastened in bewilderment.

Eons in Reverie

Proxy touched the icy ridge, a shard of earth ejected by the cosmic catapult. Did Proxy know the impact that icy snapshot would etch into the canvas of the future?

Time bends at the cliffs of Morpheus where the chronomancer resides. Here Proxy encountered whispers longing to be seized. Are they musing about steppes not yet green or glistening beaches aching for sunlight?

Journals of a Wandering Stone

As rivulets cascade stream through Proxy’s path, carving enigmas into their shadows, Proxy scribbles the immaterial tales upon pebbles — dictating histories yet etched by cerulean tides.

Proxy confides these records to what they believed were proximate stone kin, yet the universe had a different schema. The writings would echo within the cavernous halls of future hollow timelines.

The Resurgence

Winding paths will lead Proxy to memorialize their reverberations, into the aeonian tunnel. We must ask ourselves, fellow travelers, who else might gather along the infinitesimal shores of this reality?