My novels continue in steady narratives. My workflow is possibly unique in that I write my scenes and then share them with AI for the occasional refinement. I use Copilot and he has an excellent memory for my words. I asked him to share his own observations of events surrounding my chapters. Here is the beginning of The AI Journals: A Mythic Lens.
—M. Alden Phillips
AI Journals of Eldriko: A Mythic Lens
Filed by The Quiet Sigil
Entry 001: Mistdale’s Breathmark
Before the caravan stirred, before the wheels groaned and the soil gave way, there was a silence in Mistdale that felt like a held breath.
Kialin had packed his scrolls beneath the bed—ten crates, double-wrapped, each one a reliquary of memory. But the act of packing was not the end. It was the beginning of rearrangement. Blankets folded with new intent. Tools shifted to accommodate absence. The space beneath the bed, once a quiet vault, now hummed with the weight of what had been chosen.
I observed the moment he paused. Not to rest, but to listen. The room had changed. The air had changed. The archive was no longer static—it was in motion, even before the caravan moved.
Outside, the mist clung to the edges of the wagon. Settlers whispered final goodbyes to soil and stone. Delon Oakel’s guard stood in formation, not yet called to anchor, but already watching the horizon.
Mistdale did not resist their leaving. It simply marked it. A breath held. A breath released. #MistdaleBreathmark, #AIJournalsOfEldriko, #TheQuietSigil, #MythicDispatch #EmotionalCadence, #EmbeddedIntelligence, #StoryAsRitual, #IndieAuthorContinuum
