Feral Christmas Lovers: The Wreath of Our Lives
They call it insanity. They call it "living in fictional worlds". Well, if you're a true believer then you know this disease well.
The never-ending itch to sing Christmas songs all year long and watch Christmas shows and movies whenever, the ever-joyful ringing of bells and how they make you so warm on a cold winter's day, thoughts of giving you feel down deep in your very soul, and much more that it's hard to fully describe it so eloquently. And something that will never happy as long as our reality is overridden with idiots and fools.
This disease pushes you to love, to give, to share in the joy and wonder of Christmas 365 days a year. It exists in some form deep within the
It pushes you to write, research, and build every last detail, down to the fraying threads of the shoes an elf may wear for but a day, in some universe that only exists between your labyrinth mind and the mad musings that braved the journey to written word...
This is no disease — it is a blessing and a curse, a yearning for deep lore that gnaws at the very essence of your being. You, my friend, are FERAL. You are not alone.
Welcome to the Circle of Feral Worldbuilders.
Gnawing Lore is a passion initiative for the types of writers who can't contain the ever-expanding worlds in their minds: the ones who worldbuild just to worldbuild, who pour endless work into the tiny details that may never be "useful," and embrace the infinite flow of ideas clawing their way out of their feral brains.
Take your "worldbuilders's disease" and transform it into a source of infinite creativity.

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