I I heard from a rumor that I am ahead I am my shadow, sleeping still in bed My voice not distinct, barely a whisper instead Severed at the root, gutted, I’m in red Dying a flower, curling in the sunlight with dread.
Posted on 07/30/2026 by EraOfLight — Comment ↓ I know that a lot of souls are struggling at the moment, as one foot still seems to be I the Old Earth and the other in the new. For many this has become a juggling act, and for some a new…
Posted on 07/30/2026 by EraOfLight — Leave a reply Twenty-nine countries signed on this week to create the World Artificial Intelligence Cooperation Organization (WAICO), a new Shanghai-based body that its founders say will promote a…