I. Spread across the substrate of existence, space filled the cracks and crevices of nothingness with a thin layer of void. Here and there in the darkness, aggregates of distant emissions from . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.
There's a lot of stuff growing in The Land, but you've got to be a writer to see it all. We push a selection out to a superfeed for public viewership. The rest — along with replies and revisions — is workshop material.
