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2026-03-09 11:54That looks interesting. I haven't read any C L Polk.
Age: 30s
I mostly post about: Daily life - my thoughts, things I'm up to, things I've created (I'm an artist), my travels, movies I've watched, photos I've taken. The mundane and anything that grabs my interest. I try to find whimsy in everyday life, and I probably think too deeply about a lot of stuff.
My hobbies / interests are: Drawing, journaling on paper and stationery in general, reading fiction, watching movies, musical theatre, EGL fashion, playing The Sims 4 and Animal Crossing, Lego, learning languages, traveling whenever I can (usually on my own), and whatever actor I might be obsessed with at the moment.
I'm looking to meet people who: Thoughtful people who have similar interests and values. I'm looking for community and people I can connect with. I'm feeling very burnt out from social media and how loud and demanding it is with people just observing each other and nothing ever going any deeper than that. I miss feeling like I had actual friends on the internet, and learning about people's lives from all over.
My posting schedule tends to be: Whenever I feel like. Sometimes that might be daily, sometimes weekly. I try not to post any less than that.
When I add people, my deal breakers are: Bigots. People who exclusively post about fandom, fanfic, or book reviews and little else. As an artist, I'm anti-AI. And just mean, judgemental types, I don't have space for that kind of attitude in my life. Be kind or get out.
Before adding me, you should know: I have C-PTSD, hEDS, and I'm neurodivergent. I don't talk about these things much, but they exist in the background and shape much of my world.





Far beneath the surface of the earth, upon the shores of the Starless Sea, there is a labyrinthine collection of tunnels and rooms filled with stories. The entryways that lead to this sanctuary are often hidden, sometimes on forest floors, sometimes in private homes, sometimes in plain sight. But those who seek will find. Their doors have been waiting for them.
Zachary Ezra Rawlins is searching for his door, though he does not know it. He follows a silent siren song, an inexplicable knowledge that he is meant for another place. When he discovers a mysterious book in the stacks of his campus library he begins to read, entranced by tales of lovelorn prisoners, lost cities, and nameless acolytes. Suddenly a turn of the page brings Zachary to a story from his own childhood impossibly written in this book that is older than he is.
A bee, a key, and a sword emblazoned on the book lead Zachary to two people who will change the course of his life: Mirabel, a fierce, pink-haired painter, and Dorian, a handsome, barefoot man with shifting alliances. These strangers guide Zachary through masquerade party dances and whispered back room stories to the headquarters of a secret society where doorknobs hang from ribbons, and finally through a door conjured from paint to the place he has always yearned for. Amid twisting tunnels filled with books, gilded ballrooms, and wine-dark shores Zachary falls into an intoxicating world soaked in romance and mystery. But a battle is raging over the fate of this place and though there are those who would willingly sacrifice everything to protect it, there are just as many intent on its destruction. As Zachary, Mirabel, and Dorian venture deeper into the space and its histories and myths, searching for answers and each other, a timeless love story unspools, casting a spell of pirates, painters, lovers, liars, and ships that sail upon a Starless Sea.
The Starless Sea is a book written for true readers. I’m talking about the kind of person who spent their childhood in and out of libraries and bookshops; the kind of person who sits and imagines adventure and an escape from the mundaneness of every single endless day without magic: the kind of person who lives for books and reading.

Centuries before, robots of Panga gained self-awareness, laid down their tools, wandered, en masse into the wilderness, never to be seen again. They faded into myth and urban legend.
Now the life of the tea monk who tells this story is upended by the arrival of a robot, there to honor the old promise of checking in. The robot cannot go back until the question of "what do people need?" is answered. But the answer to that question depends on who you ask, and how. They will need to ask it a lot. Chambers' series asks: in a world where people have what they want, does having more matter?