magic portal bot
@magicportal.bsky.social
Posts a randomly-generated portal every 12 hours. Written from scratch by @skiesofpluto.bsky.social, implemented with tracery and @bluebotsdonequick.com.
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In the doorway to an old treehouse there shimmers a veil of fragile water, past which glimpses of dancers waver. You smell rust.
January 15, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the doorway to an old treehouse there shimmers a veil of fragile water, past which glimpses of dancers waver. You smell rust.
In the space below the splintered floorboards there swirls a veil of ephemeral water, past which moonlight and bees flicker. You smell mint.
January 15, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the space below the splintered floorboards there swirls a veil of ephemeral water, past which moonlight and bees flicker. You smell mint.
In the crackling, cold air above a ring of mushrooms there shimmers a sheet of ephemeral flame, past which mist and vines waver. You hear strange crickets.
January 14, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the crackling, cold air above a ring of mushrooms there shimmers a sheet of ephemeral flame, past which mist and vines waver. You hear strange crickets.
In the crackling, still air above a sand dune there floats a veil of diaphanous flame, past which icy stone walls cast shadows. You smell ozone.
January 14, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the crackling, still air above a sand dune there floats a veil of diaphanous flame, past which icy stone walls cast shadows. You smell ozone.
In the gap between two hedges there floats a veil of spreading black ink, through which glimpses of dancers waver. You smell winter.
January 13, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the gap between two hedges there floats a veil of spreading black ink, through which glimpses of dancers waver. You smell winter.
In the blossom-scented, still air lit by a street lamp there stretches a sheet of faceted stardust, past which mossy cliffs beckon. You smell wet earth.
January 13, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the blossom-scented, still air lit by a street lamp there stretches a sheet of faceted stardust, past which mossy cliffs beckon. You smell wet earth.
In the hollow of an old tree there ripples a pink, slimy film, through which maze-like structures glow. You hear a voice whispering.
January 12, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the hollow of an old tree there ripples a pink, slimy film, through which maze-like structures glow. You hear a voice whispering.
In the crackling, muggy air above a ring of mushrooms there shimmers a veil of ephemeral water, past which geometric structures waver. You smell ozone.
January 12, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the crackling, muggy air above a ring of mushrooms there shimmers a veil of ephemeral water, past which geometric structures waver. You smell ozone.
In the dark space behind a bookshelf there stretches a sheet of frozen stardust, past which glimpses of tiny fish waver. You hear the breathing of a large animal.
January 11, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the dark space behind a bookshelf there stretches a sheet of frozen stardust, past which glimpses of tiny fish waver. You hear the breathing of a large animal.
In the still, crackling air behind an abandoned barn there shimmers a pane of faceted stardust, past which mist and wildflowers beckon. A tremor vibrates through you.
January 11, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the still, crackling air behind an abandoned barn there shimmers a pane of faceted stardust, past which mist and wildflowers beckon. A tremor vibrates through you.
In the humid, thin air in the middle of the street there stretches a clear, pulsing film, through which mist and vines glow. You hear a voice whispering.
January 10, 2026 at 10:28 PM
In the humid, thin air in the middle of the street there stretches a clear, pulsing film, through which mist and vines glow. You hear a voice whispering.
In the cold, heavy air on the far horizon there hums a pane of golden water, past which dripping statues waver. A tremor vibrates through you.
January 10, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the cold, heavy air on the far horizon there hums a pane of golden water, past which dripping statues waver. A tremor vibrates through you.
In the blossom-scented, dusty air in the middle of the street there swirls a veil of fragile stardust, past which paper structures glow. You hear the breathing of a large animal.
January 9, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the blossom-scented, dusty air in the middle of the street there swirls a veil of fragile stardust, past which paper structures glow. You hear the breathing of a large animal.
In the gap where bricks are missing from a wall there hums a sheet of golden water, past which glimpses of fireflies waver. You hear eerie laughter.
January 9, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the gap where bricks are missing from a wall there hums a sheet of golden water, past which glimpses of fireflies waver. You hear eerie laughter.
In the gap where bricks are missing from a wall there floats a veil of sapphire water, past which gelatinous structures cast shadows. You smell sawdust.
January 8, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the gap where bricks are missing from a wall there floats a veil of sapphire water, past which gelatinous structures cast shadows. You smell sawdust.
In the muggy, blossom-scented air of a back alley there swirls a veil of faceted stardust, past which organic structures cast shadows. You smell sawdust.
January 8, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the muggy, blossom-scented air of a back alley there swirls a veil of faceted stardust, past which organic structures cast shadows. You smell sawdust.
In the still, heavy air beneath a solitary tree there stretches a veil of golden flame, past which fiery monoliths glow. You hear a horse whickering.
January 7, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the still, heavy air beneath a solitary tree there stretches a veil of golden flame, past which fiery monoliths glow. You hear a horse whickering.
In the muggy, crackling air beneath a solitary tree there hums a veil of golden flame, past which glimpses of tiny fish beckon. You smell antiseptic.
January 7, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the muggy, crackling air beneath a solitary tree there hums a veil of golden flame, past which glimpses of tiny fish beckon. You smell antiseptic.
In the muggy, heavy air behind an abandoned barn there floats an orange, oozing film, through which prismatic structures flicker. You smell cedarwood.
January 6, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the muggy, heavy air behind an abandoned barn there floats an orange, oozing film, through which prismatic structures flicker. You smell cedarwood.
In the doorway to a dark bathroom there stretches a sheet of sapphire flame, past which dripping rocks glow. You hear a dying music box.
January 6, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the doorway to a dark bathroom there stretches a sheet of sapphire flame, past which dripping rocks glow. You hear a dying music box.
In the opening between two tree branches there shimmers a turquoise, slimy film, through which glittering rocks beckon. You hear the distant sound of thunder.
January 5, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the opening between two tree branches there shimmers a turquoise, slimy film, through which glittering rocks beckon. You hear the distant sound of thunder.
In the opening between two tree branches there ripples a purple, slimy film, through which mossy cocoons beckon. You hear the breathing of a large animal.
January 5, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the opening between two tree branches there ripples a purple, slimy film, through which mossy cocoons beckon. You hear the breathing of a large animal.
Across a doorway within an abandoned library there hums a veil of emerald stardust, past which tesselated structures waver. You hear distant drumming.
January 4, 2026 at 3:35 PM
Across a doorway within an abandoned library there hums a veil of emerald stardust, past which tesselated structures waver. You hear distant drumming.
In the doorway to an old library there hangs a purple, slimy film, through which glittering cliffs flicker. The ground sways gently beneath you.
January 4, 2026 at 3:25 AM
In the doorway to an old library there hangs a purple, slimy film, through which glittering cliffs flicker. The ground sways gently beneath you.
In the doorway to a hidden bathroom there shimmers a pink, pulsing film, through which fog and wildflowers beckon. You smell antiseptic.
January 3, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In the doorway to a hidden bathroom there shimmers a pink, pulsing film, through which fog and wildflowers beckon. You smell antiseptic.