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@magicportal.bsky.social
Posts a randomly-generated portal every 12 hours. Written from scratch by @skiesofpluto.bsky.social, implemented with tracery and @bluebotsdonequick.com.
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In the still, thin air lit by a street lamp there swirls the skin of a bubble, through which mossy cocoons waver. You hear a voice whispering.
December 12, 2025 at 3:25 AM
In the still, thin air lit by a street lamp there swirls the skin of a bubble, through which mossy cocoons waver. You hear a voice whispering.
In the doorway to a spotless, empty library there ripples a veil of sapphire flame, past which gelatinous stone walls beckon. You hear strange crickets.
December 11, 2025 at 3:35 PM
In the doorway to a spotless, empty library there ripples a veil of sapphire flame, past which gelatinous stone walls beckon. You hear strange crickets.
In the space below the splintered floorboards there stretches a pane of faceted stardust, past which dripping stone walls flicker. You hear a dying music box.
December 11, 2025 at 3:25 AM
In the space below the splintered floorboards there stretches a pane of faceted stardust, past which dripping stone walls flicker. You hear a dying music box.
In the space below the splintered floorboards there shimmers a clear, pulsing film, through which maze-like structures flicker. A tingle slinks down your spine.
December 10, 2025 at 3:35 PM
In the space below the splintered floorboards there shimmers a clear, pulsing film, through which maze-like structures flicker. A tingle slinks down your spine.
Across a doorway within a spotless, empty pawn shop there hangs a dense web of sparks, through which gelatinous rocks glow. You hear a faint beeping.
December 10, 2025 at 3:25 AM
Across a doorway within a spotless, empty pawn shop there hangs a dense web of sparks, through which gelatinous rocks glow. You hear a faint beeping.
In the thin, humid air below an overpass there floats a sheet of golden water, past which unfamiliar constellations waver. You smell winter.
December 9, 2025 at 3:35 PM
In the thin, humid air below an overpass there floats a sheet of golden water, past which unfamiliar constellations waver. You smell winter.
In the doorway to a hidden bathroom there hangs a blue, oozing film, through which glimpses of still figures flicker. The ground sways gently beneath you.
December 9, 2025 at 3:25 AM
In the doorway to a hidden bathroom there hangs a blue, oozing film, through which glimpses of still figures flicker. The ground sways gently beneath you.
In the window of an old barn there swirls a green, pulsing film, through which starlight and fog flicker. A tingle slinks down your spine.
December 8, 2025 at 3:35 PM
In the window of an old barn there swirls a green, pulsing film, through which starlight and fog flicker. A tingle slinks down your spine.
In the cold, crackling air above an ornamental fountain there shimmers a veil of spreading black ink, through which mossy rocks flicker. You hear the faint rhythm of waves.
December 8, 2025 at 3:25 AM
In the cold, crackling air above an ornamental fountain there shimmers a veil of spreading black ink, through which mossy rocks flicker. You hear the faint rhythm of waves.
In the humid, thin air above a ring of mushrooms there floats a large mirror shard, within which tesselated structures beckon. The hairs on the back of your neck are standing up.
December 7, 2025 at 3:35 PM
In the humid, thin air above a ring of mushrooms there floats a large mirror shard, within which tesselated structures beckon. The hairs on the back of your neck are standing up.
In the still, thin air below an overpass there floats a writhing mat of clear cilia, beyond which vines and rain cast shadows. You smell lavender.
December 7, 2025 at 3:25 AM
In the still, thin air below an overpass there floats a writhing mat of clear cilia, beyond which vines and rain cast shadows. You smell lavender.
In the doorway to a dusty dumbwaiter there ripples a large mirror shard, within which creaking machines cast shadows. You smell gasoline.
December 6, 2025 at 3:35 PM
In the doorway to a dusty dumbwaiter there ripples a large mirror shard, within which creaking machines cast shadows. You smell gasoline.
In the space below the splintered floorboards there hums a pink, pulsing film, through which starlight and fog flicker. You hear the faint rhythm of waves.
December 6, 2025 at 9:20 AM
In the space below the splintered floorboards there hums a pink, pulsing film, through which starlight and fog flicker. You hear the faint rhythm of waves.
In the window of a rat-infested library there stretches a pane of spun sugar, through which bees and starlight beckon. You hear the breathing of a large animal.
December 6, 2025 at 9:19 AM
In the window of a rat-infested library there stretches a pane of spun sugar, through which bees and starlight beckon. You hear the breathing of a large animal.
In the dark space behind a bookshelf there swirls a pane of spun sugar, through which flowering cliffs waver. The ground sways gently beneath you.
December 5, 2025 at 3:35 PM
In the dark space behind a bookshelf there swirls a pane of spun sugar, through which flowering cliffs waver. The ground sways gently beneath you.
In the doorway to a spotless, empty library there hangs a sheet of ephemeral water, past which starlight and mist waver. You smell rust.
December 5, 2025 at 3:25 AM
In the doorway to a spotless, empty library there hangs a sheet of ephemeral water, past which starlight and mist waver. You smell rust.
Across a doorway within an empty castle there floats a turquoise, slimy film, through which abyssal motes of light glow. You hear heavy rain.
December 4, 2025 at 3:35 PM
Across a doorway within an empty castle there floats a turquoise, slimy film, through which abyssal motes of light glow. You hear heavy rain.
In the gap where bricks are missing from a wall there shimmers a pane of diaphanous water, past which geometric structures glow. You smell antiseptic.
December 4, 2025 at 3:25 AM
In the gap where bricks are missing from a wall there shimmers a pane of diaphanous water, past which geometric structures glow. You smell antiseptic.
In the crackling, dusty air above an ornamental fountain there stretches an orange, slimy film, through which gelatinous cliffs cast shadows. You smell pine needles.
December 3, 2025 at 3:35 PM
In the crackling, dusty air above an ornamental fountain there stretches an orange, slimy film, through which gelatinous cliffs cast shadows. You smell pine needles.
In the dusty, thin air below an overpass there ripples a pane of sapphire stardust, past which iridescent cocoons cast shadows. A tremor vibrates through you.
December 3, 2025 at 3:25 AM
In the dusty, thin air below an overpass there ripples a pane of sapphire stardust, past which iridescent cocoons cast shadows. A tremor vibrates through you.
In the hollow of an old tree there shimmers the skin of a bubble, through which organic structures beckon. You smell rain.
December 2, 2025 at 3:35 PM
In the hollow of an old tree there shimmers the skin of a bubble, through which organic structures beckon. You smell rain.
In the dark space behind a bookshelf there swirls a blue, slimy film, through which glimpses of dancers beckon. You smell rust.
December 2, 2025 at 3:25 AM
In the dark space behind a bookshelf there swirls a blue, slimy film, through which glimpses of dancers beckon. You smell rust.
In the doorway to a hidden dumbwaiter there floats a pink, oozing film, through which maze-like structures glow. You smell salt.
December 1, 2025 at 3:35 PM
In the doorway to a hidden dumbwaiter there floats a pink, oozing film, through which maze-like structures glow. You smell salt.
In the dark space behind a bookshelf there hums a curtain of emerald flame, past which unfamiliar constellations cast shadows. You hear a voice whispering.
December 1, 2025 at 3:25 AM
In the dark space behind a bookshelf there hums a curtain of emerald flame, past which unfamiliar constellations cast shadows. You hear a voice whispering.
Across a doorway within a rat-infested castle there ripples a sliding fractal of light, through which glimpses of tiny fish glow. You smell something burning.
November 30, 2025 at 3:35 PM
Across a doorway within a rat-infested castle there ripples a sliding fractal of light, through which glimpses of tiny fish glow. You smell something burning.