001 | The Seed of All Possibilities

It is strange to find oneself standing at the edge of a new life with nothing but a cloak on my shoulders, a wand in my hand, and an unusual seed resting in my palm. As I write this, I find myself near Bremerton, a quiet, bayside town nestled in the Pacific Northwest of Washington. The air here smells of pine and saltwater, a comforting contrast to the whirlwind I recently escaped from. But before I tell you how I arrived here, let me take you back to where this story truly begins.

For many years, I lived the simple life of an artificer in Puyallup, Washington. My days were filled with crafting puzzle boxes and clever trinkets, small magical objects designed to enhance board games and bring a touch of wonder to the mundane. I found joy in this life, surrounded by wood, gears, and the subtle magic that wove itself into each piece I created. It was a quiet existence—one I thought would stretch on without interruption.

That all changed on the Autumn equinox.

On that day, I decided to take a hike through one of the nearby forests, seeking peace and perhaps a bit of inspiration for my next project. The forest was vibrant with the golden hues of the changing season, and the air carried a cool, crisp promise of the coming winter. Everything seemed ordinary, but as I walked deeper into the woods, I began to sense something… off. The very fabric of reality felt thin, like a threadbare cloth stretched too tightly over a frame.

I pressed on, drawn by a strange pull in the air. And then, as I stepped over an ancient fallen tree, I found myself at the center of it all—a place where realms of possibility collided. It was as if the world had split open, revealing the chaos of what lay beneath. The ground trembled, and before I could react, I was pulled into a tear in reality.

What followed was a descent through worlds—a whirlwind of extremes. I tumbled from one realm to another, each more bizarre and overwhelming than the last. One moment I was engulfed in horror, creatures of nightmarish shapes pursuing me through twisted landscapes. The next, I found myself surrounded by breathtaking beauty—fields of light and color that defied description. The intensity of it all was enough to unravel my mind, and I nearly lost myself in the madness.

But then, in the heart of the chaos, I heard a voice—a voice that called out my true name.

"Jozwah," it said. The sound reverberated through every fiber of my being, anchoring me in the maelstrom. It was not just one voice, but many—an infinite chorus of versions of me from every possible life I had lived, from the most loathsome to the most divine. It was the sound of every incarnation of myself, across all realms, all of them crying out in unison.

"JOZWAH!"

In that moment, I remembered it all—every life, every memory, every possibility. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. My ego was stripped away, shattered in the storm of magic and memory. I was left raw, with only that name to guide me. Jozwah—the essence of who I am, across every life I have ever lived.

As the kaleidoscope of lives swirled around me, something extraordinary happened. The ground beneath my feet became stable, and from the chaos, a single leaf sprouted at my feet. It grew quickly, impossibly fast, twisting and climbing upward into a tree. In mere moments, it had grown taller than me, its branches stretching high above my head. Flowers bloomed from the tree’s branches, each one reflecting a different version of myself—my Selves—all of them, the most beautiful carnations of who I have been and who I will become.

Then, from the tree’s highest branch, a seed came tumbling down, spinning gently in the air like a feather caught on the breeze. It landed softly in my hand, and as I clasped it, I knew that this seed held within it the power of every realm I had traveled through, the potential of all possibilities.

With the seed in hand, I stepped off the island of stable reality and let the Storm of Chaos take me once more. I let it blow me wherever it would, trusting that it would take me to the next chapter of my journey.

When I awoke, I was in a forest once again—but this time, it was different. The air was familiar, filled with the scent of pine and the sound of distant waves. I had returned to the Pacific Northwest, though I knew not exactly where. All I had with me was my oak wand, my cloak, and the seed—a strange, feather-shaped seed marked with a symbol I could not yet decipher.

I made my way through the forest and soon found myself at the edge of Bremerton, a town I had only heard of in passing. It seemed that my journey had brought me here for a reason, though what that reason is, I have yet to discover.

For now, I carry this seed with me, knowing it holds a great power—one that must be carefully nurtured and attuned before it can reveal its true potential. And so, my next steps are clear. I must begin the process of attuning this seed to the elements and planting it in a place of power, where its magic can take root and grow.

This is the beginning of something new—a new life, a new chapter, and perhaps a new world waiting to be shaped. And it all starts with this seed.

–Jozwah