Cool the Engines
The rain poured down. The forest became cold and dangerous. As the two lovers struggled in the rain, hope was hard to come by.
The rain poured down. The forest became cold and dangerous. As the two lovers struggled in the rain, hope was hard to come by.
Something is happening. The combo of no meds, good coffee, and well-managed sleep appears (to me) to be working as expected. Write write write.
What do you think about AI's attempt at digesting the hyperfiction movement now underway? Perplexity is the best.