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There is a world where nothing is fixed. Not the laws. Not the names. Not the boundaries between one thing and another. In this world, gravity is a suggestion. Death is a mood. The colour blue can be redefined by anyone who has the will and a sharp enough imagination. A man can die on a Thursday, and by Friday his widow can decide that "death" now means "a long walk in a garden that has no gate," and he will return to finish the soup she left on the stove. A child can decide that "school" means "a cloud that only rains on weekends," and the building will float away until Monday, carrying the teachers with it, and no one will ask questions because questions themselves can be redefined as answers that have not yet decided what they know. Everyone redefines reality as easily as breathing. The rich change themselves daily—new face, new past, new gravity. The poor cling to a handful of stable definitions just to remember who they were when they woke up. Cities rename themselves every hour by public vote. Wars are fought not with weapons but with dictionaries. The Anti-Semantic War, they say, ended when one side redefined "victory" to mean "surrender," and by the time anyone noticed, it was already history. This is not paradise. When everything can be rewritten, nothing is ever fully real. A promise made today dissolves tomorrow when "tomorrow" is redefined as "a shape that cannot fit promises." Love is exhausting because the word changes taste every afternoon. Truth is a fashion. Memory is guesswork. And somewhere beneath all this, a question sleeps that no one dares wake: If everything can be redefined, what is the definition of definition itself? Cindral had never trusted a world that could change its memories. When the past was rewritten as casually as the weather, what was a man but a rumour his own history could no longer confirm? He did not seek power. He did not want to reshape the rules. He wanted to know if there was any rule that did not answer to a vote. So when word reached him of an old vendor in the secondhand markets selling definitions too ancient to be altered, Cindral went. Not from ambition. From hunger—for something that would still be true tomorrow. The answer waits in a dusty corner of that market, where a vendor whose age shifts with the minute hand sells used definitions discarded by those who have moved on to newer models. Cindral will touch the one definition that was never meant to be touched: the definition of definition itself. That touch will reveal the thread. The thread runs through everything. It ties every word to every thing, every thing to every mind, every mind to every story, and every story to something above. Cindral will follow it upward through layers of narration that make his universe look like a footnote in a book no one remembers writing. He will climb until climbing breaks. He will define until definition breaks. He will be until being breaks. What waits at the end cannot be called a god, because gods require names, and names require someone to speak them. What waits predates the need to be named. And it is not the top. There is no top. The thread does not end; it only changes direction—cutting sideways through hierarchies, through echoes without a source, through hollows where silence is not empty but full of the absence of sound waiting to be born. This is the story of that climb. It begins in a world where anyone can rewrite the rules, and it ends where the word "rule" has never been spoken, never been needed, never been possible. Somewhere in between, a man discovers that he is a sentence inside a story inside a dream inside a definition that defines itself. The thread is already in your hand. Cindral's ascent begins now.

Lost among the stars......Love, Hate, Friendship, Courage...... In the end......only you defined me. ........... The story revolves round three individuals who are struggling between romance and revenge. Can love conquer their hearts or will revenge conquer them. Each choice has its own consequence. The three complete strangers Aaron, Artella and Narein bound by fate... But this fate.. Is it a fated love? or a fated hatred?.......Find out!!!! .......... Follow this romantic thriller.... A journey in discovering oneself in the arms of the one they love.

"My justice shattered with a single scream." In the Empire's darkest depths, our revolution was sacred. We believed our sacrifices would be enshrined as noble history. "Please... stop... I'll tell you everything." A single scream, and I became a traitor. Now I understand. It was never my weakness that was the sin. The true evil was the hypocrisy above.

200 years ago man created the greatest AI known but this Machine eventually grew a mind of its own and evetually it's own body, it rose up with others like it against the human race this battle went on for about 20 years and nature and most resources were dieing off cause of the continuing battles but the final battle it released a large blast but is wasn't a bomb it was something else entirely, the machines had something hidden down their main base, something that wasn't human or machine something not of this earth, the blast brought back nature it changed it along with the humans and Machines closes to the blast.....both of them went a evolution of some sorts and because of this both sides where able to form a peace ending the war Lia Giles became a border guard and mechanic for the power lines on the in between of the main city and the unearthly forests, no longer being able to stand living in the high technology world where humans are treated like second class citizens. On one of her patrols she discovers something or more like someone that no one has ever seen before.

Dear youth It's ok to feel alone it's oky to be different it's ok not to have what others have it's ok to choose your own way even if it doesn't make sense to others. it's ok to wait it's ok to feel confused it's ok for everything your are going through stay strong,keep chin up soon or letter you will rise. Dear parents just know that life doesn't have a particular formula to apply, make your own way with your kids and please don't compare your kid with other's kids. Dear fellow just because someone has different feelings about something doesn't make them criminal,let others live their life how they chose too. PLEASE WHAT EVER HAPPEN DON'T CHOOSE SUICIDE you have people who love you,they can't bare loosing you. Your life is precious if you can't make it to day one day you will,that's for sure.

Hi. I'm Ellis. I may look like a girl but I'm not. I'm non-binary. I entered 9th grade this year. People ask me all the time if it's hard or if I'm having the time of my life. I've always had an easy time with school, so it certainly wasn't hard despite the now highschool level classes, and even though I enjoyed school and loved going, I was definitely not having the time of my life. Since I'm so good at school and my grades are stunning for the average person, I've always been told that I would be successful in my life. No one told me what successful meant, they just told me to go into a STEM field where I would excel. So, that was my goal. I would succeed. ~~~ There was a moment of silence where she simply looked at me, inching forward until our lips were centimeters apart. I was scared. I wasn't ready for this or so I thought due to my racing heart. Not even 3 seconds later, her lips had melted into mine and for the first time, I understood why people were in love. I understood why people closed their eyes when they kissed. I suddenly stopped caring about my applications to the various prestigious colleges where my major was to be in the medical world or if I was going to get an MD or a PHD. None of it mattered while this beautiful girl's lips were on mine. Nothing mattered except her. ~~~ Teen LGBTQ+ High School Romance! ARTWORK IS MY OWN, PLEASE DON'T STEAL

Young Jake Smith tries to build his life career as a new member of the SWAT team, but it all falls apart when he is forced to prove that the definition of insanity does not exist, otherwise he will be killed.

Ever wondered what love is?... Where two hearts meet and feel completely different, loved and cherished without any doubt or fear of losing the other... They speak the same language, walk in the same direction and help each other to grow physically, spiritually, mentally, emotionally and financially... They both have flaws, but they are able to understand that no one is perfect and people make mistakes and are willing to correct them without being judgemental... They swore to stand by each other even when the storm is high and too strong for them to handle, to light each other when the day gets darker, and to love each other regardless... Now that's my definition of true love.

To be godless is probably the first step to innocence," he said, "to lose the sense of sin and subordination, the false grief for things supposed to be lost." So by innocence you mean not an absence of experience, but an absence of illusions." An absence of need for illusions," he said. "A love of and respect for what is right before your eyes. Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat (The Vampire Chronicles, #2) What defines a Queen? what makes a true Dictator? What makes a person a leader OR a follower? More importantly what dose it cost?

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.