A dark-haired woman in a black hat and fitted corset stands behind the bar, fully back in command of the room, while a red-haired woman with freckles sits at the bar facing her with a drink in hand. Farther back, another red-haired young woman with freckles moves between tables working the room. Warm lamplight, bottles, worn wood, and seated patrons make the bar feel active, lived-in, and real, while the standing woman’s presence subtly changes the balance of the space.

For Roxy, even after all that time, it came back easily.
The hat. The corset. The room. She was home.
Sera had held the room. Eve had found her place in it.

(1/2)

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Sera sits at a wooden desk under a warm lamp with an open book, papers, and a mug in front of her, focused on her morning routine. In the doorway behind her, Roxy stands quietly in a deep red robe holding a metal mug, watching Sera without being noticed. The private room feels lived-in and calm, centered on the quiet moment before recognition.

Sera had her morning routine. She rose early, took coffee before the streets awoke, and was in the office before most people had even risen.

It worked for Roxy. It worked for Sera. Some habits were better borrowed than built.

(1/3)

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A hooded woman in a long dark coat steps into a dim, warm-lit bar while Sera stands behind the counter pouring a drink for a seated patron. Stools, bottles, candles, and hanging lights stretch into the background, and the newcomer remains partly concealed by her hood as she enters the room unnoticed, creating a quiet moment of arrival before recognition.

She did not arrive to an empty room.
The bar was breathing in its steady evening hum.
She missed these moments.

Then Roxy crossed the threshold.
No one had seen her yet, and that made the arrival sweeter.

She couldn’t wait to see Sera’s face when they did.

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A young red-haired woman with freckles leans against the wall of a narrow lower-city lane, holding a metal mug in one hand and wearing a faded buttoned shirt and worn trousers. A young man carrying a crate of produce walks deeper in the lane behind her, while rough stone and timber walls, barrels, hanging cloth, and damp ground make the space feel enclosed, poor, and lived-in. The scene is quiet and observant, showing an ordinary morning beginning around her.

She was beginning to settle into a routine.
For Eve, that meant coffee in hand and the quiet bustle of the lane waking around her.

She liked this moment.
It made her feel present. Alive.

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Time hadn’t changed the process.
Readiness was mostly in the mind.

She had opened the chest and welcomed back the past.

Now she was answering the call.
The promise still held: never pick up arms for work.

This wasn’t work. It was worthy.

She was ready.
It was time to go.

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Inside a crowded bar, a red-haired woman in a purple floral blouse stands between two fighting men, pushing them apart as one bloodied man shouts and the other strains forward. A dark-haired woman stands close behind her ready to help, while the packed room and back bar full of bottles watch the confrontation unfold in tense silence.

She hadn’t had trouble in the bar in a long time.
This time it was one spilled drink, one wild accusation, then swift blows.

Even here, pressure was breaking the surface.

Sera didn’t need help. It ended with her glance.
This time, she had it anyway.

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A dark-haired woman and an officer sit across from each other at a rough wooden table in a worn upper-room home, speaking seriously in lamplight. She gestures with controlled tension while he leans in and listens, conflicted and attentive. An open window behind them shows the lower city outside at dusk, and gloves, folded clothing, and rough furniture make the room feel private, lived-in, and strained.

Celaire knew he had not changed.
That was the hardest part.

She also knew he was part of it now.
He still believed it had to be done.

What he could not face so easily
were the things it was making him do.

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Three lower-city neighbors stand outside a worn doorway in a narrow muddy lane, speaking closely and urgently in the morning light. Their faces and body language show tension and concern, while rough walls, a bucket, and simple domestic details make the setting feel lived-in and untouched by direct violence. The scene suggests troubling news spreading through the district by word of mouth.

Folk gathered each day to hear the latest
It was no longer just rumour.
More names. More places. Closer to home.
By then, most knew someone who’d been checked, harassed, or worse.
Everyone knew what the officers sought
Few understood why.

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Die Skelettkrieger gehen zum Gegenangriff über, der Metallschädel zerspringt in einer gewaltigen Explosion, und Sleepy Creepy wird weggeschleudert. Wohin wird es ihn verschlagen? Die Antwort erfahrt ihr im zweiten Bild!The skeleton warriors launch a counterattack; the metal skull shatters in a massive explosion, and Sleepy Creepy is hurled away. Where will he end up? Find out in the next panel!

Sleepy Creepy ist in einer Mooswelt gelandet, in der Bäume, Pflanzen und ein kleines Haus fast komplett mit Moos überwuchert sind. Sleepy Creepy steht vor einem großen, aufrecht stehenden, ebenfalls mit Moos bewachsenen Gedenkstein, in dessen Mitte sich das dunkle Weltall mit Hunderten von Sternen zeigt. Ist es ein Portal, und wenn ja, wo wird es ihn hinführen? Die Antwort erfahrt ihr nächste Woche an gleicher Stelle. Bleibt dran! / Sleepy Creepy has landed in a mossy world where trees, plants, and a small house are almost completely overgrown with moss. Sleepy Creepy stands in front of a large, upright memorial stone, also covered in moss, in the center of which the dark universe appears, dotted with hundreds of stars. Is it a portal, and if so, where will it take him? You’ll find out the answer next week right here. Stay tuned!

Episode 25
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A tired lower-city couple sit across from each other at a rough wooden table in a dim, worn room, holding both hands across the lamplight. Papers lie nearby, and the sparse interior behind them feels poor, damaged, and recently disturbed, suggesting the private aftermath of a raid.

Their house was turned over.
By morning, what mattered was unharmed, their hands forming a promise.
They had little left to trust but each other.
And the girl was still safe. For now.

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A frightened lower-city couple stand outside their small timber home in a narrow muddy alley at dusk while armed city officers raid the house behind them. Several officers in matching dark uniforms search the doorway and interior with weapons and flashlights, while another keeps the couple under threat. Hanging laundry, cracked walls, puddles, and warm light spilling from the doorway make the scene feel cramped, invasive, and hard-lived.

They had started searching harder. Chasing rumours and ghosts.
They were looking for a girl. They were wrong.
Their snitches gave them names, and they followed the leads.
Sometimes close. Never close enough.

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A dark-haired woman in a deep red dress stands in a rough window opening, turned partly in profile as she looks out over a dense city below. Smoke rises between rooftops under warm fading light, while the worn frame and weathered wall give the scene a hard-lived urban feel.

Below her, the city kept its old habits.
Smoke rising. Windows lit. Lives narrowing and colliding in rooms no one else would remember.

She absorbed it quietly, as though it might offer an answer, and hated herself a little for hoping.

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Two red-haired women sit across from each other at a wooden table in a dim, mostly empty bar. A small worn data device rests between them as both reach toward it. Eve looks down, guarded and thoughtful, while Sera watches her with calm patience. Warm light and bottles in the background give the scene a quiet, serious atmosphere.

Sera was patient, she knew Eve.
It must be her choice.

She’d shared her name, her story.
Sera did the same.

Eve slowly slid the encased data drive across to her.
More than trust. A genuine leap of faith.
Eve chose.

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A young red-haired woman in simple work clothes cooks at a stove in a worn bar kitchen, seen mostly from behind. Her posture is focused but beginning to relax. Behind her, another woman in a purple robe leans against a table with a warm drink, watching quietly as morning light fills the room.

She kept her hands moving. It gave her something certain to hold onto.

The room still wasn’t hers. But Sera’s presence behind her felt different now. Not pressure. Not expectation. Just there.

For the first time, the edge eased.
For the first time, she let it.

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Three women stand together at a dim, bottle-lined bar inside a rough frontier interior. On the left, a tired red-haired young woman looks wary and uncertain, still carrying the grime and strain of recent hardship. In the middle, a darker-haired woman stands more at ease, relaxed and familiar with the room. On the right, Sera stands behind the bar pouring a drink with a slight knowing smile, watching the newcomer as the warm light and quiet activity of the bar frame the moment.

The target changed. The objective didn’t.

She watched the data for months. Now she helped another protect it.

Soon, it would be in their hands.
Would it bring company?

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A lone woman in rugged frontier gear approaches a rough desert communications outpost from behind, leading a heavily loaded pack horse across a dusty yard. She carries a leather satchel in one hand while warm lamps glow around the station entrance. Staff work inside the outpost, which is covered with posted papers and topped with improvised communications equipment.

She rode in carrying messages, supplies, and the weight of other people’s distances.

Some stations survive on steel. Others on the folk who keep them linked.

This far out, survival still depends on friends.

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She had been given a week.
A bed, warm food,
and a roof offered more kindly than she had expected.

They had done what they could.
More than most would have risked.
The city was growing watchful.

She understood.
So she thanked them before she left.

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Emporgestiegen aus den Tiefen eines Abgrunds, findet sich Sleepy Creepy in einer absolut fremden und feindlichen Welt wieder - dem Metallversum! Having risen from the depths of an abyss, Sleepy Creepy finds himself in a completely foreign and hostile world—the Metalverse! Sleepy Creepy entsteigt einem menschlichen Schädel aus Metall und findet sich in einer Welt wieder, die komplett aus Metall besteht: den Boden bilden teilweise verrostete Metallplatten, vor ihm fließt ein Fluss aus Metall, am Rand stehen Bäume aus Metall, und im Hintergrund prangt eine Kathedrale aus Metall. / Sleepy Creepy emerges from a human skull made of metal and finds himself in a world made entirely of metal: the ground is covered in partially rusted metal plates, a river of metal flows before him, metal trees stand at the edge, and a metal cathedral looms in the background.

In dieser Weiterentwicklung des ersten Bildes wird Sleepy Creepy von einer Armee mit Speeren bewaffneter, gepanzerter Skelettkrieger aus Metall angegriffen. Creepy geht zum Gegenangriff über und schleudert rote Energieblitze auf die Krieger. Wie wird der Kampf ausgehen? - Erfahre nächste Woche mehr, folge Sleepy Creepy! / In this sequel to the first image, Sleepy Creepy is attacked by an army of armored, metal skeleton warriors armed with spears. Creepy launches a counterattack, hurling red bolts of energy at the warriors. How will the battle end? - Find out more next week - follow Sleepy Creepy!

Episode 24
Folge #SleepyCreepy auf seiner Nightmare-Tour ins Metallversum!
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A young woman washes clothes in a rough shared yard, wringing a dark soaked garment over a metal basin while water drips from the fabric. Her sleeves are pushed up and damp, her hair is coming loose around her face, and an older woman hangs laundry on lines behind her. Buckets, basins, muddy ground, and worn structures make the scene feel like a lived-in morning routine in a hard worker district.

There was beauty in the work.

By mid-morning,
her sleeves were wet,
her hair was falling loose again,
and the day was already in her hands.

The work was ordinary.
That did not make it small.

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A shirtless laboring man stands in a rough timber yard with an axe beside a chopping block, split logs, and stacked wood at his feet. He looks up toward a small pigeon loft built above a weathered wooden-and-stone building, where a messenger bird is visible in the opening. The scene reads as hard manual work interrupted by the arrival of rare news in a small struggling settlement.

Many years had passed since a bird flew here.

Once the town had been thriving. Now only a few remained to rebuild it.
Before it even landed, he understood the weight of it.

Whatever had been sent,
his work would change.
His priorities would change.

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On an old stone rooftop high in the city, an older dispatch operator prepares messenger birds for release from a practical communication post. Small folded message packets, compact tubes, and ties sit on a work surface nearby while several birds perch on rails, loft boxes, and crates. Weathered stone, rough brick, and low parapet walls frame the roof, with the city fading into haze beyond. The scene reads as a working dispatch point where word is being sent out across different routes.

Some would travel by flight.
Others would cross the land by different means,
and over very different distances.

This word had far to go.

The call had been issued.

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Auf Abwegen - off the beaten track! Once upon a time in a desert - etwas tauchte auf und jemand verschwand. Wo wird Sleepy Creepy nächste Wochen auftauchen? Bleib dran! Ein menschlicher Schädel, dem eine ganze Armee bewaffneter Skelettkrieger entsteigt, vor einem leuchtenden Portal mitten in der Wüste. Im Hintergrund erhebt sich eine Bergkette. / A human skull from which an entire army of armed skeleton warriors emerges, in front of a glowing portal in the middle of the desert. A mountain range rises in the background. Episode 23 Follow #SleepyCreepy on his Nightmare Tour to Australia! Off the beaten track! Once upon a time in a desert—something appeared and someone disappeared. Where will Sleepy Creepy show up next week? Stay tuned!

Sleepy Creepy steht vor dem leuchtenden Portal inmitten der Wüste - wo wird er nächste Woche auftauchen? Bleib dran! Sleepy Creepy is standing in front of the glowing portal in the middle of the desert—where will he show up next week? Stay tuned!

Episode 23
Folge #SleepyCreepy auf seiner Nightmare-Tour nach Australien!
Auf Abwegen!
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Nothing. No throne. No lightning. No choir. No pressure of holiness. Just a room. A big office with a desk that looked like it had never been sat at. The air didn’t smell like incense. It smelled like… nothing. Like the room had been sealed from time. Everything was pristine, but not in a polished, loved way. In a way that said: unused. The chair behind the desk looked like it had been waiting forever for someone to come back and make it matter. My throat tightened. My rage tried to become nausea. Bob stepped in first, like a person entering a hazardous space. I took one step into the room and felt the absence like weight. “This is it,” I whispered. Bob’s voice was barely audible. “Yes.” A small sound came from behind the desk. Not scary. A tiny rustle. Like paper. Like something small shifting where it shouldn’t. And then—slowly—something moved in the shadow beneath the desk. A pair of beady eyes blinked up at us. And a familiar, impossible voice—too small to contain the weight of what it was saying—said: “Oh. Uh.”

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Eine atmosphärisch-düstere Szene an einem nebelverhangenen, ins Mondlicht getauchten See, wo Sleeppy Creepy diese Figuren trifft: Mo-Sin-A (魔神仔); das Mädchen in Rot (紅衣小女孩); die Geisterbraut (冥婚新娘); den Jiangshi (殭屍) und die Ertrunkene vom See. Manche Albträume posten zurück! / An atmospheric, gloomy scene at a foggy lake bathed in moonlight, where Sleeppy Creepy encounters these characters: Mo-Sin-A (魔神仔); the girl in red (紅衣小女孩); the ghost bride (冥婚新娘); the Jiangshi (殭屍) and the drowned woman from the lake. Some nightmares post back!

Episode 22 -
Folge #SleepyCreepy auf seiner Nightmare-Tour nach Taiwan!
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What Kenji Kept The most difficult journey in this story is eight stairs long.

Part 9 is live: "What Kenji Kept"

The most difficult journey in this story is eight stairs long.

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Been away 10 days — gout knocked me down.
But The Invisible Mender isn't finished.
Parts 1-8 are on Medium. Four chapters to go.

Back to work.

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