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Space Tourism Chronicles The Slingshot Saga Time is a luxury we no longer possess Our battered Subi spacecraft, a relic in the night Flickering erratic, its core a dying light On Primary Trade Lane Delta-Nine, a river of light so grand But cycles bled away, draining across the land BK slumped, pale and strained, JB with eyes closed in despair Time a luxury we no longer possessed, consumed by cosmic air. Transcript from the Slingshot Saga - Time is a luxury we no longer possess Our goddamn battered Subi spacecraft, a damn relic lost in the endless black void! Flickering like a dying firefly on the edge of extinction, its core barely clinging to life like some stubborn, flickering candle about to blow out. We’re stuck on Primary Trade Lane Delta-Nine, that blazing river of cosmic light stretching for eons, yet every damn cycle just bleeds away, sucking the lifeblood right out of this forsaken stretch of space. BK is slumped over, looking paler than a ghost at a midnight séance, and J...

Nu Jazz Between Peaks and Valleys A Journey Within

 

Between Peaks and Valleys: A Journey Within





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We march forward.

We march forward.

Each step stirs dust into the air—still, unmoving, heavy air.

Our silhouettes stretch long, etched across twilight mountains.

The sun—neither fully risen nor set—pauses, and hovers.

A witness. A silent guardian. Beginnings and endings, both here and distant.

Between peaks, between valleys, we walk.

We move together, but alone. Each of us.

Each step is ours, yet shared.

No words, no destination. No destination is spoken aloud.

We are suspended. Suspended in transit,

where time unravels, where place dissolves, where movement lingers, without end.

This space—this space between past and future—

This is the place. This is the sacred space.

Each step is an act of faith. Each step is a leap into the unknown.

The mountain pulls at us—its shadow reaching, grasping, holding.

But light pulls, too. Light on the horizon, a promise. A call we cannot ignore.

The burden we carry is more than we thought.

It is more than weight. It is more than distance.

Unanswered questions. Deferred dreams. The hope—hope of arrival.

Courage leads us forward. Our courage.

A beacon in the twilight. We move forward. We must move forward.

Step by step. Together. But alone.

We climb the ridges of possibility.

We descend into valleys of doubt.

And each step—each step—is a silent mantra:

Keep moving. Keep moving. This, too, is part of becoming.

The journey is not through mountains alone.

It is not across valleys alone.

The journey is within. The journey is through us—shifting, moulding,

changing, just as the terrain shifts and moulds beneath us.

At this threshold, we are neither lost nor found.

We are becoming.

We walk in the in-between. Here, in the middle of it all.

And so we walk. And so we walk. Not toward a place,

but toward becoming.

Each step whispers, “Here we are. Here we are. In the middle.

In the middle and in transit.”









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