Impossible Library - Week 005.38
The Short Story Vault is now open!
Welcome to The Impossible Library
Welcome, traveler. You have discovered a way into the Impossible Library—or perhaps you have returned to explore its shelves once more?
For newcomers, you will find unpublished writings from across the universe. Dangerous ideas carried on aethereal wings of dreams and forged in the thrumming core of a machine world. You are encouraged to enter—but it is suggested you do not do so lightly, or alone.
Ancient tomes open, pages turn, and the portal beckons...
You can access the writing page from the dashboard at the top under the ‘Writing’ TAB or you can click this button to get there:
New This Week
The Short Story Vault
The Dream Demon has been banished, repairs are complete, and the new wing of the Impossible Library stands open. Within these restored halls, you will discover strange and terrible tales—some plucked…
The Dream Demon has been banished, repairs are complete, and the new wing of the Impossible Library stands open. Within these restored halls, you will discover strange and terrible tales—some plucked from the streaming dreams of long-dead gods, others hacked from data matrices in parallel universes, and still more distilled from the black ichor of the River Styx itself.
New stories manifest here without warning, materializing on dusty shelves as reality's boundaries weaken. Each tale carries the weight of impossible origins, bearing fragments of truths too dangerous for mortal worlds.
Grim Dawn Polls
Deep within the Library's shifting corridors, the Oracles' scrying chambers have long operated in shadow—their crystalline pools reflecting possible futures, awaiting the input of mortal minds to shape reality's course. Yet few wanderers have discovered these hidden sanctums, lost as they are within the labyrinthine stacks where dimensional geometry defies conventional navigation.
Last week, the daemon servitors completed their work illuminating the pathways to the Oracles' scrying chambers. Ancient doorways that had long been swallowed by shadow now pulse with ethereal light, their runic markers casting protective glyphs along the corridors. The more predatory shadows have been driven back—though they still writhe at the edges of vision, waiting for the unwary to stray from the lit paths.
Warnings have been etched into the very walls in languages both mortal and divine, their glowing script serving as ward and guide. The deeper reaches of the Library remain perilous—places where reality grows thin and hungry things dwell between the shelves—but the routes to the scrying chambers are now... manageable.
The Oracles await those brave enough to glimpse tomorrow's reflection.