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Hourly quotes from various works of the Madiverse, written by Madiha S. (abnormalsuit.bsky.social). Available for download at https://emptinesseffigied.com/.
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“Sonya Shalikova. I’m no one important, so feel free to ignore me.”

“It’s a beautiful name. As beautiful as your eyes are, Sonya.”

Going for the first name this soon?

This woman clearly wanted Shalikova to die. There was no other explanation.
February 18, 2026 at 8:50 AM
“I am not able to be protected, nor am I worthy of it.” Eris said.

“And I’m not worthy of protecting anyone. You can’t be any worse than me.”

“You say that so easily. But my sins are monumental.”

“There are people who would say I’m utterly unforgiveable too.”
February 18, 2026 at 7:52 AM
She was staring intensely at the crowd with unwavering auburn eyes. Arms crossed, standing straight despite all the cold gazes coming her way. She had so much confidence and determination for a teenager!
February 18, 2026 at 6:50 AM
Emperor Lichtenberg— she had been called that in jest.

And yet, in the brilliant and fond eyes of this ‘Eris’ it felt like she could see that world.

A world in which she had power. A world in which all the current rules were overturned.
February 18, 2026 at 5:52 AM
Dreschner let out a short laugh. “I am always with you, Inquisitor. Or should I say, Emperor?”

Her expression darkened immediately. “Oh, don’t even joke about it.”

“You’re right, I should treat it as seriously as you do. We shall see where your ambition takes us.”
February 18, 2026 at 4:50 AM
In the cockpit every red flashing warning that could do so pulsed and throbbed in her face.

Fuck. Fuck. Some fucking hero I am! I can’t do anything but fail her, over and over!
February 18, 2026 at 3:51 AM
Under the metaphorical microscope, Klara shook and wept as she purged another flower.

“Purple hyacinths. In ideogrammatic terms, the color purple often represents hubris, self-centeredness, regrets. Hyacinth flowers have some associations with regret as well.”
February 18, 2026 at 2:50 AM
“Knowing all this, Homa– do you hate me? I don’t care if you find it unacceptable, but–”

Homa took a step in and without thinking or warning, pulled Imani into a kiss.
February 18, 2026 at 1:50 AM
Tigris was her devoted partner. She followed her everywhere. She supported her.

Euphrates knew Tigris would follow her even into certain death. Kill or die for her.

It made her as guilty as she felt about Norn, Yangtze– and now, maybe, even Murati.
February 18, 2026 at 12:50 AM
Majida could see a strip of black color forming along the edge of Homa’s aura.

“Radu, I’m an Imbrian too.” Homa said. “I’m not just a Shimii. I’m also Imbrian.”

Those words came out with such an audible pain. Like spitting out a rotting, hanging tooth.
February 17, 2026 at 11:52 PM
Close to the door, Murati fully stopped. She sighed to herself. She laid a hand on her face.

Aatto was openly crying and screaming and begging like she had been beaten.

I want to change my fate.

At no point had Aatto been lying to Murati. She knew that well.
February 17, 2026 at 10:51 PM
“I’ll tell the Captain you’ll both be walking out of here tomorrow then.”

“Wouldn’t it be funny if she had me executed after you did all of this work?”

“No, it truly would not be. Go to sleep. If not for my sake then for your poor partner.”
February 17, 2026 at 9:50 PM
Hunter III shambled to Norn’s seat with a drowsy expression, her skinny arms hanging at her sides. She pulled her hood off her white hair and set her bright eyes on Norn. One slender ghost white finger rose to poke the praetorian in the cheek.
February 17, 2026 at 8:50 PM
Norn smiled. She laid a hand on Hunter III’s hair and brushed it gently.

Uncharacteristically, the shorter woman allowed this display of affection.
February 17, 2026 at 7:50 PM
There was nothing again. She was suspended in the dark.

There was only blood around her, an ocean of blood. She clutched her ears.

“You failed them again. You selfish thing. What was your worth in the end?”
February 17, 2026 at 6:50 PM
Her wings would burst out of the cocoon someday. Like twin rainbows rising from the shell. On those wings she would fly away forever.
February 17, 2026 at 5:51 PM
“Our beautiful story together is just a cruel joke to you? How callous.” Norn teased her.
February 17, 2026 at 4:50 PM
Norn was born with immense power. Norn had no limitations. Her massive power was the only reason she was not piloting the Jagdkaiser. Yangtze must have feared Norn having access to that machine.
February 17, 2026 at 3:50 PM
“How are you feeling, Homa? You can be honest with me; and yourself. Under the shower nobody can tell whether your eyes are full of tears, nor hear you sobbing.” Kalika said.

Homa finally broke down at Kalika’s suggestion.
February 17, 2026 at 2:50 PM
“What?! No! People will misunderstand! Don’t call me Master! I’m nobody’s Master!”

Murati stepped away from the bars while Aatto kept a thoroughly fixed gaze on her.

“Of course. Whatever you say.” Aatto replied. “You are my King.”

“Absolutely not! I’m nobody’s King!”
February 17, 2026 at 1:52 PM
Knowing the truth wasn’t enough, however. This crisis had a scale far beyond Homa.

It was insane to think that she could do anything to change the course of these events.

Majida grabbed hold of her shoulders. “Homa, I believe you, but you can’t stop this.”
February 17, 2026 at 12:50 PM
“Carthus, this is EDEN, an archive of every sin recorded by a group of ageless demons.”
February 17, 2026 at 11:51 AM
Maybe Zachikova was a special operations psycho, tempered through a life of peril and action. Someone who had seen all kinds of horrible things.

Alex had matured, complex tastes. She could appreciate a lady who could kill her.
February 17, 2026 at 10:51 AM
In the fog of her newfound distress, Shalikova was barely listening.

Form 56whatever–

Shalikova had only filled it because she wanted to take Maryam out on a date.
February 17, 2026 at 9:50 AM
Not just because she associated concentration and power of the mind with the ascetic preaching of the Mahdists themselves–

–but because she wanted to associate the hated Sihr with God’s mercy for her personally.

“Allah is all that I require, excellent is his protection.”
February 17, 2026 at 8:50 AM