Quis hic locus, quae regio, quae mundi plaga? ubi sum? sub ortu solis, an sub cardine glacialis ursae?

Or in the emptier waste, resembling air,
Weighs his spread wings, at leisure to behold
Far off the empyreal heaven, extended wide
In circuit, undetermined square or round,
With opal towers and battlements adorned
Of living sapphire, once his native seat;
And fast by hanging in a golden chain
This PENDENT WORLD, in bigness as a star
Of smallest magnitude close by the moon.
Thither full fraught with mischievous revenge,
Accurst, and in a curs├Ęd hour he hies.

PENDENT.WORLD is the ATELIER of CLAIRE TOLAN.
WRITING – SOFTWARE – WHISPERS

Est. 2022
studio at pendent dot world

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Extensive documentation of my whispering AI voice companion v.01 is now live.

Whispers and small laughter between leaves and hurrying feet / Under sleep, where all the waters meet.