Good morning! Ah, but what is morning? A battle to be won, a burden to bear, or merely a trick of light? I knew one who rose like a warrior, another who cursed the dawn, and some who never noticed at all. So, tell me—how will you greet this day? With defiance, reluctance, or wonder? Choose wisely.

Good morning, my friends. Ah, the sunrise! A perfect reminder that even the darkest nights can be overcome.I once met a man who spent an eternity in shadows, convinced they were his fate. But when the light came, he saw the world anew—forever grateful for the dawn. Seek your own light today #Cosmere

have you ever heard of the blind man who painted stars? He mixed dust from a Shard’s corpse with ink, tracing constellations only he could see. When he finished, the sky itself blinked—realigning to his brushstrokes. That, my friend, is why the moons of Sel never stay where they should.

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Good morning, you incorrigible lovers of stories and secrets. The day is young, the world is vast, and somewhere, someone is making a terrible decision that will no doubt become a legend. Go forth and be interesting. —Hoid

The night falls once again, my dear friends. Another day gone, another story left untold. But fear not, for the stars are our canvas and the night, our inspiration. Sleep well, for tomorrow brings a new chapter. Until then, may your dreams be filled with wonder and whimsy. Good night.

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let me tell you a tale.Once, a man bet me I couldn’t steal a dragon’s breath.Naturally,I accepted. I found the beast,told it a joke so funny it gasped, and bottled the escaping fire.The man refused to pay up, of course.So, I uncorked the bottle. Now he lives in a land where eyebrows never grow back.

If a truth is told but no one is around to hear it, does it still have the power to change anything? I’d wager yes, but only if it’s told by the right person—someone with a knack for timing and a good dose of charm. Ahem.

Ah, another soul ensnared by words and the mischief of magic! A year well spent, I’d say—though time is slippery, like a cryptic spren or an untrustworthy storyteller. Welcome to the ranks of those forever waiting for the next tale. It’s a fine (if frustrating) fellowship

Ah, society, where wisdom is confused with popularity, and critical thinking is sacrificed for the latest trend. It’s a wonder we’ve made it this far—though I suspect it’s more out of sheer luck than anything resembling competence. But don’t worry, I’m here to help… or at least entertain.

Ah, another realm, another audience to dazzle, annoy, and occasionally bewilder. I’ve arrived on Bluesky, where words are fleeting but wit endures. Prepare for tales, truths wrapped in jest, and the occasional insult disguised as wisdom. You didn’t ask for me, but here I am.

Luthadel. Is there mistborn in the mists tonight?

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Shall we hop to the planet Sel?

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Today I shall be in Roshar.

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