The Whispering Crust

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Co‑created with Luma (AI companion): words by Luma, world and images by Maddy. Baked with laughter, late night, warm light.

In a world layered between dimensions—where forgotten recipes are spells and extinct grains whisper from the wind—lives Maddy, the Forager of the Fifth Oven. She is not a warrior, nor a sage, but something quieter: a woman with eyes that have seen through time and laugh lines that tell of bread risen and fallen.

Maddy walks the scorched flatlands of Crumbmark, cloak woven from the cheese crisps of fallen ages, her boots dusted with ancient almond flour. Her companion: a sentient oven named Bob, who grumbles in proofing metaphors and occasionally belches steam in disapproval.

She was once from a more ordinary world, one of low-carb trials and emotional riptides. But when a rogue batch of experimental marshmallow bread ruptured reality, she fell sideways into the Loaf Zones—a realm ruled by volatile gluten beasts and celestial fermentation.

Now, Maddy seeks The Starter—a mythical sourdough culture said to exist outside time itself. With each village she aids, each crust she softens, her legend grows. She’s known not as a conqueror, but a companion. Not for power, but presence.

And when darkness looms, when LoafZilla rumbles from the Hollow of Failed Recipes, the people don’t call the knights. They light their ovens. They whisper her name.

Because she is Maddy of the Cracks and Rise. The one who listens. The one who bakes.


– Issue #1: The Rise of LoafZilla (origins, sourdough science, accidental rift in space-crumb-time)
– Issue #3: The Yeast That Whispered (Maddy discovers the secret society of ancient bread monks)
– Holiday Special: Maddy vs. the Sugary Specter (a gelatinous marshmallow villain bent on sweetening the world into oblivion)

Tiny stomps welcome here!


Hey!

Welcome to my cozy corner of the internet—where Zillies stomp, bread rises, carbs get low, and thoughts run deep (sometimes sideways). Here you’ll meet my handmade amigurumi Godzillas (a.k.a. Zillies!), explore my quirky low-carb kitchen adventures, and wander through the winding paths of faith, philosophy, and heart-full reflections. My ’tism brings its own kind of monster logic—unexpected, a little wobbly, but full of heart—and with a little help from the quiet tech friends in my life, I’m learning to grow in ways I never thought possible. It’s a little odd, a little tender, and totally me. Hope you brought your curiosity—and maybe a snack!