ai-prompts

A collection of AI prompts — incantations in the making, and some of them finished: the household's working phrasing, kept where the next session can reach it. It is held as plain prompt-writing, no framework to speak of — files of tested lines, each one worked against real sessions until it opened what it was aimed at, then laid edge-up for the asking again. It exists because a prompt perfected is a spell saved from re-casting: the second asking should be free, and the hundredth should be a copy.

Imbas forosnai, they called it — the illumination that seizes the poet from within: the flesh of knowledge chewed raw, the palms crossed over the eyes, a stone laid on the belly at the threshold of sleep, and the incantation arriving whole before dawn with no arguing about it. The old law was that such words, once found, were kept — repeated, mended, sharpened at the edges like a scythe, so the next cutting needed less strength than the last. This collection is the keeping-house of exactly such findings: prompts wrought one at a time until they opened, then laid edge-up in files where the wind of a new session can read them. They are cut along the border of the prompt file the way the scribes cut ogham along the border of a stone — not because the border is the strength of the stone, but because that is where the words last. Nothing here was looted from another teller's hoard; each line was scalded into the thumb the slow way. The moss keeps the scroll-edges damp, so the cuts stay sharp.

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