Still the Clock Kept the Time

— 21 y/o chill person. Graphic Design Student. An attempt to be a writer. — 🧉 🔵⚪

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╰┈➤ Hey people from Tumblr! I wanted to give you a quick rundown on a personal project I'm working on (hopefully I'll finish it someday). It's really like a little hobby I do when I have free time, besides I don't even have a solid plan for how things happen; it's more like I'm just making it up as I go, writing and changing stuff as I feel like it (so get ready for a total mess of ideas :p) ────────────────── So, what's Untitled C.R.E.A.T.U.R.E. about? ──────────────────

To be honest, I don't have (yet) a summary that explains the whole story without leaving out important stuff (plus I'll probably end up changing things anyway). But basically: Nihan was one of the many countries to suffer one of the worst war disasters that devastated its inhabitants, and the aftermath resulted in a chain of events that completely ended any hope of life on the planet. Or maybe not all of it? Because creatures and little characters start popping up in this empty world, which is now their new home. They're gonna have to survive and go through a ton of stuff to bring life back to this world. For sure, the more I advance with the story, the more I'll update this presentation with more important info and something more concrete. But for now, I'd like you to have this first look! I hope you're interested in following the story! I assure you there are going to be some really interesting things happening that will make it awesome <3 You can read it from here! I love u!

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Previous Page / Page 6 Blog Intro ──────── Seren's eyes remained fixed on the details around them until a step interrupted their focus. Something under their right paw caught their attention—an unusual sensation that didn’t feel like the dry, cracked ground. They looked down and leaned in for a closer inspection. What they saw looked like some kind of wet sand, but it wasn’t quite that. The substance was a deep black, speckled with tiny white dots that seemed to glow faintly. Seren lifted their paw, and a sticky thread dangled for a moment before snapping. It was a strange, viscous slime, and when they touched it with another paw, it felt cold and unpleasant. Intrigued, Seren noticed that the same substance seemed to be scattered across the ground leading toward the structure they were approaching. They brought their nose within inches of the viscous material, only to recoil with a grimace. Immediately, they tried to rid their paw of the sticky residue, slamming it against the ground in an attempt to free themselves. At first, the substance didn’t seem to budge, but after several movements, they managed to shake it off—though not without losing their balance and bumping into the structure in front of them. With a soft whine, Seren brought both paws to their head, rubbing it gently. Then they looked up at the building they had been studying all this time. Before them stood what appeared, at first glance, to be an ordinary house—or at least what it might have been. What truly stood out was the eerie sense that this house had been frozen in time, captured at the exact moment of some catastrophe. The frame of the front door was crooked, with one of the sliding wooden and rice paper doors partially collapsed. The roof bore signs of an explosion: several tiles were displaced or broken, and a large section seemed to have been torn off entirely, exposing a charred wooden framework beneath. However, the most unsettling detail was the way fragments of wood and debris appeared to have been scattered by some invisible force, frozen mid-air.

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Find out more! ──────── There was no wind, not the faintest trace of movement in the air. No sign of clouds. Even if there had been, it would have taken something with immense force—a hurricane, perhaps—to hurl an object with such precision. Seren slowly turned toward Richiumu, hoping to see some indication that the golem had noticed the same thing. But no. Richiumu remained absorbed in its task, rummaging with its hands through what appeared to be its shell but was, in reality, a chipped flowerpot covered in moss. Seren sighed internally; clearly, the only one who had perceived it was the plastic cat. Their small paws moved forward with measured steps as they began to cross the street—or what remained of it. The neighborhood had an unsettling air. Some houses stood surprisingly intact, as if time itself had decided to ignore them. Others, however, were reduced to rubble, their twisted frames resembling the casualties of war. One structure in particular caught their attention. Just a few meters ahead, a house near the ruins stood out for its peculiar state. The façade, though weakened by the years, had something unique: a car was embedded in one of the first-floor windows, as if an explosion had hurled it there. Its white metal chassis stood out under the dim light. The twin round headlights were dull and coated in dust, one completely shattered. The small, thin tires were worn, with one of the front wheels missing, leaving the rim's edge exposed. It looked as though the slightest movement might cause the car to tip and fall. ──────── Previous Page / Page 5 / Next Page

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Find out more! ──────── Seren watched the stone golem with a mix of exasperation and resignation. After a few seconds, they shook their head slightly, closing their eyes as if trying to push away an uncomfortable thought. 'Let it be,' one might think when observing the peculiar habits of Richiumu, but even for Seren, whose curiosity seemed insatiable, there were limits. The air was still, as if the world itself had paused to listen to the whisper of shadows within the ruins. But that stillness wouldn’t last. Suddenly, something shot past Seren, like a bullet slicing through the inertia of the moment. Instinctively, their ears perked up, and their head turned toward the movement. It was small, about the size of a stone, but so fast that they barely had time to register its presence before it vanished. Silence returned, but this time it carried a different weight, as if the very stillness was holding its breath. Then, without warning, a sharp thud broke the moment. Seren stumbled slightly forward as they felt the impact on their head: a larger piece of debris, dislodged from who knows where, had been flung through the air. The improvised projectile crossed the gap between Seren and the ruins, crashing into what remained of the collapsed houses with a dull thud. Seren remained still, their short tail stiff like a coiled spring, while their eyes scanned the surroundings in search of an explanation. ──────── Previous Page / Page 4 / Next Page

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Find out more! ──────── Meanwhile, Richiumu had decided to take the time and effort to gather all the shards of glass that could be found and place them back into the frame. Well, not all of them; some were surely lost among the debris. The frame itself was split in two, but Richiumu would find a way to fix it later. Why was this being done? Even Richiumu wasn’t entirely sure. ⌞Partner Seren have their reasons⌝ came the murmur, as if that were explanation enough, and the frame was carefully leaned against the wall. There wasn’t a better place for it, at least not for now.   As Richiumu rose and brushed some of the accumulated moss from their hands, something caught their attention. From the shadows of their empty sockets, barely illuminated by the dim light of a firefly that seemed to never leave the stone golem, there was a glint. It wasn’t far, just beneath them. Richiumu leaned in a little, intrigued.

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Find out more! ──────── Seren didn't respond at first. They simply stood there, as still as a mannequin. Finally, they moved slowly, taking a couple of steps through the rubble without making a sound. Their paws barely disturbed the dust, and their plastic fur gleamed faintly. Their short, stubby tail barely moved. ⌞U ̄ n... I... I don’t really know⌝ they finally said, their small, rounded ears, with darker fur tips, drooped slightly. They didn’t turn completely towards Richiumu, they kept looking, lost among the remains, as if trying to imagine people they had never met or stories that no one had told them. ⌞Besides, you know the Professor doesn't like to talk much about these things⌝

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Page 1 / Next page [❗️] 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜 ━──────────────━ ⌞What is your judgment in the face of such… desolation?⌝ asked Richiumu with his deep voice. He held in his hands what had once been a picture frame, but now it was more of a mess than anything else. The glass was shattered into dust, broken into tiny pieces that glittered under the moonlight, and the wood, well, it looked like it would splinter apart at the slightest touch. Yet there he was, holding it as if it still meant something. To one side, Seren was staring at the ruins, their large, almond-shaped eyes, one gold and one green, utterly focused on the whole disaster. So much so that they hadn’t even noticed Richiumu had spoken to them. The two houses in front of them looked like they had collapsed together, with their beams all tangled up. Seren’s right paw was raised in a perpetual beckoning gesture. ⌞U ̄ n? Sorry, what did you say?⌝ they finally blurted out, turning slightly but still gazing between the wreckage. Richiumu, patient as ever, repeated the question—slower this time, as though teaching something to a child. ⌞The… the souls, the shadows of the past here… Can you even conceive it? Like that of Professor Feisu… a man… a man of… of vast knowledge.⌝