Kintsugi Girl: Volume I

the rise of the feminine

ODE TO MY LOVE

Chapter 1: A Mettamodern Love Story

In a city that was once on Earth but no longer is, young Andrea carried an umbrella made of moth wings; Mary Poppins on DMT she shone like the son.

This was no ordinary city, for it was a collage of fragments, from different centuries and cultures, that wove and unwove themselves according to the whispers of ancient wars.

Andrea, with her mismatched socks and Yorkshire spectacles, found herself adrift in the bustle of a bazaar. To her left, a merchant sold digital dreams in glass bottles; to her right, an alchemist coded potions with quill and ancient floppy disks.

A peculiar little man, dressed in layers of torn maps, handed her an hourglass with no sand. He whispered that it could tell her something she didn’t know but always felt. As she took the hourglass, the city itself seemed to sigh, as if it was breathing for the first time.

She wandered past clock towers that argued about the time, through alleyways of dancing shadows, until she …