short fiction · 2026-10-15

Inner Atlas II

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the quiet chamber of my mind, I trace rivers of thought that flow like silver ink across parchment skin. Each bend reveals a memory: a laugh caught in wind, a promise folded like origami, a question that lingers unanswered. I pause at the border where longing meets resolve, and there, a single star pulses—steady, inviting. I follow its light, not to escape the labyrinth, but to learn its walls, to feel the pulse of my own becoming.