World Of Smudge -

And the Smudge… changed. It didn’t disappear, but the other Smudglings, seeing Ero’s small, brave line, began to feel the ache for a shape of their own. They didn’t want sharp, cruel borders. But they wanted edges that held. Edges that meant here I am, and here I am not.

For the first time, Ero had a reflection. It was a tiny, clear dot in a sea of grey. world of smudge

Then someone sneezed.

In the beginning, there was the Line. Clean, sharp, and infinite, it was the only truth in the universe. Everything that existed was either inside the Line or outside it. Inside was Order. Outside was nothing. And the Smudge… changed