The Precipice

(stumbling upon a story was a story unto itself. how long it had been waiting, no one knew. perhaps not even the owner themselves. it took place among the lost and the forgotten, made to be completely unassuming but at the same time too conspicuous not to notice. it was eager to be found.)

You stumble upon a story. Take it. Leave it. Read it. Probe it. But it's not yours to change (even if you are To Whom It May Concern).

Venture forth, and you might find more than what meets the eye.

Made in 6 days for Fortnightly Fiction Jam 2: August 2020, written in ink.

Credits:
Background textures: Black Linen by Atle Mo and Lined Paper by Are Sundnes via Transparent Textures.
Color palette by joemama198 via color-hex.
Banner photo by Andrey Grinkevich via Unsplash.
Shuffle paper effect by George Offley.
Input code adapted from The Envelope by garoo.
Special thanks to Awoo.

"quare habe tibi quidquid hoc libelli
qualecumque quod o patrona virgo
plus uno maneat perenne saeclo"

-Catullus 1