an apprentice wizard, a dystopia, and a courier
Today,1 I was many different things.
I was a person who just discovered magic, and was forced into magic school.
I was those bad people from last time, in public.
I was a whole dystopia, and translating on the fly again.2
I was a courier with a secret jar and a moth monster inside it, I think. There were giant cicadas, too.
It is March 2024. I am back, and in full swing.
Today was actually three days, which helped.↩
Tokens as used by Not the End and Prism are a very intriguing mechanic to tell stories.↩