Still Place Ledger - Diary Log #16,944 – It Crawled Out of the Cup and Asked for a Name

It began with a drink I never meant to brew.

I reached for honeyvine, but my hand found gristlebark.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgeOC5kac0y
Water boiled without heat. The mug clinked twice by itself.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdJyvEjWV79
And the steam rose crooked.

Before I could pour it away, it shivered.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJSCEzbxTZf
Then blinked.

Yes. The drink blinked.

A small wet eye in the middle of the foam.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVP8rpiWdff
No shape. No face. Just a quiet, pulsing awareness.

It hissed, but not angrily. More like a baby unsure of air.

Then it said:

"I was made. What am I?"

I did not answer. I could not.

It rolled across the bar like a slug wrapped in warmth.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0MfpLCuKsD
Left a trail that smelled like memory rot and burnt sugar.

It spoke again.

"Give me a name. Or I will stay like this."

I wanted to deny it. Pour salt. Burn it. Forget.

But the fire did not react.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIb5P0Kv0DW
It waited.

So I gave it a name.

One I will not write here.

The thing sighed, collapsed into its shape, and evaporated into the ceiling.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuTyoRvfM5Q
I don’t know where it went.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF3tqN1qlZ8
I hope I never see it again.

But every so often, when I brew without thinking, the mug shudders slightly.

And I smell burnt sugar.

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