The Wild

Where The Empire Loses Its Composure

Some texts refuse to behave.

This is where we keep them.

The Wild Edition of Begrudgingly Grateful was never meant for polite circulation.
It was found half-finished, half-feral, and mostly honest. A draft that would not stay quiet.

Temporarily, it returns to the world as it first appeared: raw, irreverent, and still smoking from the fire that forged it. Read it like you’re eavesdropping on a ritual that was not meant to be recorded.

Quote it if you dare. Argue with it. Leave it on a train for someone else to find.

Recovered from the archives until it escapes again.

Read it. Keep it. Burn it responsibly.

The Wild Edition will not explain itself twice.

May you get lost often and on purpose.

Every empire needs a little wilderness.