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Something begins to gather.   Not whole stories. Not perfect records.   Fragments.   Bits of language. Half-remembered sounds. Poetry without a clear author. Data shards that feel more emotional than informational.   This is what survives in The Rooted Age. __________________________________________________________________________________ After everything changed, no one thought to preserve things neatly. There were no pristine libraries or flawless backups. What remained a

It’s messy. It’s uncertain. And strangely… I’m okay with that. (Happy New Year, by the way! lol) Because over the last year, something shifted. What used to feel like failure... the self-doubt, the distraction, the not-knowing... now feels more like evidence that I’m on the edge of something new. It’s not tidy. It’s not streamlined. And it’s definitely not what I see in my social media feed. __________________________________________________________________________________

Around hour thirty-something of wrestling with font software, I found myself questioning all the life choices that had brought me to this moment.  “Whose stupid idea was it to turn my entire language into a font?”  (It was mine. I can’t blame anyone else… but that didn’t stop me from trying to. lol) Nothing in The Rooted Agehas tested me as fiercelyas trying to convince various pieces of software that yes, these strange little glyphs ARE real letters, and yes, I would very m