Behind tomes that bathed in the sunlight, amidst worm beanbags and surrounded by the smell of air pushed out by fans and AC. In the quiet corners of LRC, Ogim's journey unfolded. An ordinary cat to most, he carried no grand tales of heroic feats or legendary exploits, but that didn't mean his story lacked significance. Soft purrs and curious glances, Ogim wove a narrative of companionship and trust. He reminded all who crossed his path that even those without souls, as some believed, could touch lives in profound ways. As he curled up on laps and nuzzled against weary hearts, Ogim became a living testament that the absence of a traditional soul did not diminish the value of the stories creatures had to tell.

Amidst the flickering light bulbs and dusty old tomes, accompanied by the smell of fresh ink and fresher coffee, a group of literature writers found solace in their shared craft. Each searching within their own soul, they discovered that within the world of words, they could breathe life back into their spirits. Like Ogim, they didn't need grand adventures to find purpose. Instead, they craft intricate tales of emotional turmoil, weaving threads of despair and hope into narratives resonating within the deepest corners of the human experience. The words they penned were not mere ink on paper; they were lifelines to their own rekindled souls. In the shelter and within the pages of their stories, creatures and writers alike demonstrated that which is soulless could, in fact, harbor boundless significance.

Introduction by:
Ashley Robyn Alvarez
Senior Editor for Literature

Jerrel Troi Flores
Senior Editor for Literature