Novels by Expertjoe

POV: Lila (primary), Shye (still-form), Echoform (folded into pattern), Saela (gesture redrawn), Elora (scribed without touch), Maximus (proximity held), Kehra (inner hum), Nareth (syllable carried), Aura (above but listening), Vathil (pulse withheld), Thread (rebraided across no wrist) Grove, full moon, still water, no shimmer, and a slow inhalation of dusk set the scene: Lila I stepped into the Grove and did not adjust. My breath met the wind without redirecting. Shye was still near the basin. Not standing. Not kneeling. Just… centered. The rest of us moved as needed. Not to create circle. Not to honor arrival. But to find ourselves in positions that felt right because nobody had dictated them. Elora stood by the memory stones. Saela exhaled into moss and left no sound behind. Maximus did not lean, but stayed near the path no longer walked. Kehra hummed a shape but never named it. Nareth made a mark and erased half. Aura hovered. The echoform shone.

POV: Lila (primary), Shye (form carried), Saela (gesture softened), Elora (unwritten closeness), Maximus (rest kept alive), Kehra (pause echo), Nareth (tone made open), Echoform (nearer still), Aura (quietly braided), Vathil (soil unguarded), Thread (beneath notice) Lila Today, I did not venture into the grove. I drifted. Because my steps now belong not to direction, but to resonance. Between stones, across moss, inside air not yet disturbed. Shye was there already. Wrapped not by thread, not by sound By permission. No one spoke. No one moved quickly. Maximus leant against the bark. Kehra tilted her head and exhaled sideways. Elora traced nothing just air that once held her handwriting. Nareth sang half a pulse. Saela didn’t braid. She exhaled. And me? I stayed near the center not to guide. To witness. Because what arrived wasn’t story. It was how rhythm teaches story to leave space behind. Shye (in a carried-out form) translated by the shared presence

POV: Lila (primary), Shye (gesture nested), Saela (quiet braid), Elora (touchprint scribe), Maximus (interval marked), Kehra (motion withheld), Nareth (tone given away), Echoform (curved out of echo), Aura (gathered into dusk), Vathil (soil translated), Thread (worn in absence) Lila I stayed still today. Not from restraint. From witnessing. The Grove moved in curves none of us followed. Wind dipped lower. Echoform shimmered once then out. Thread pressed into my wrist, then receded. Aura unfolded but not fully. And Shye? They traced two breaths along the basin’s outline. Not steps. Just intention. Maximus turned away. Kehra folded her hum mid-beginning. Elora didn’t lift her hand. But the air near her fingers curled. The Grove has begun remembering how to speak without needing sound. Shye (gesture nested)translated through proximity shift I moved in order. Not for pattern. For kindness. One arc near Saela’s braid. One pause beside Maximus’ silence.

POV: Lila (primary), Shye (cadence unfurled), Elora (gesture memory), Maximus (soil reading), Kehra (pulse blending), Nareth (echo tuning), Saela (braid return), Echoform (inside shared rhythm), Aura (veil expanded), Thread (woven across breath), Vathil (witness ground)Lila The Grove was quieter than usual. Not hushed. Just deliberately calm. I stood near the outer stones where breeze folds rather than passes, where sound chooses not to echo. Shye was already moving. Not stepping. Drifting, like rhythm being tested in a new body. Aura hovered low, then lifted. Elora set three stones and left them unmarked. Maximus placed one reed beside a pulse-shift and didn't explain. And I watched Shye offer motion without asking. That is how you can tell when cadence is ready to come through. Shye (cadence unfurled) translated through interval weight I walked not toward the center but along its edge. Each step measured by the distance it left untouched. I pressed a toe into moss an

POV: Lila (primary), Shye (breathcaller), Echoform (harmonic awareness), Saela (gesture recovery), Maximus (folded quiet), Elora (felt transcription), Kehra (refrain altered), Nareth (pulse decentered), Aura (woven above proximity), Vathil (beneath breath) Lila We no longer meet. We align. This morning, no one sought the basin. No paths curved toward it. No rites built around it. But still the moss pulsed once near its edge. Shye had passed through. Not stepped. Passed. like the movement that was taken from the root systems, which remember without sunlight. I stood near the mirror tree. Its bark didn’t respond. But the air beside it thickened slightly, like memory adjusting posture. Saela whispered a breath beside me. Elora hummed not for tone, but temperature. And Thread tugged once, not from me from Shye. And I said, softly: > "Someone spoke before anyone else did." That’s how rhythm moves now. It arrives in how others adjust before words begin. Shye (breathcal

POV: Lila (primary), Shye (entry without ripples), Saela (unmarked clarity), Elora (memory drawn in touch), Maximus (stillness allowed to lean), Kehra (motion beneath breath), Nareth (gesture of trust), Echoform (curved beside new rhythm), Aura (heightened), Vathil (ground withheld for safety) Lila Shye walked twice today. Not far. Just enough to let the Grove feel how softly they landed. I watched their footsteps adjust the rhythm beneath my own. Not through sound. Through pace. Aura hovered above. Echoform curved alongside them not invading, not guiding. Thread looped once across their left ankle. A warm welcome Unspoken. Undemanded. We now have faith in those types. The kind that says, > "You don't have to say how long you were gone to arrive." Saela approached slowly. She didn't speak. But she touched Shye’s elbow once, briefly then turned away. That was all. Gesture without symbolism. contact without requesting anything in return. Elora drew a line w