Naphulae

"The veil of sanity is a lie we tell ourselves when we gaze at the night sky, hoping, in a stifled corner of our mind, that the stars aren't gazing back."

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A nameless, insignificant, yet ambitious young man once attempted to rescue his family from poverty. But as he found hope, he also stumbled upon despair. After losing everything to the darkness of death, including himself, he woke up in another world, stuck in the body of an eleven-year-old boy with a peculiar appearance.

He soon discovered that he was a Celestial Offering—a holy sacrifice, carefully groomed by the Temple of Stars to be given to the Gods Beyond. 

His fate had already been sealed, for his blood would spill under the seven-pointed star and consecrate the birth of a new era for his nation.

Armed with nothing but his wit and the trail of good fortune, he would attempt to challenge this destiny, braving the countless hurdles that lay in waiting and the unfathomable horrors they harbored. 

In a realm of magecraft, occult rituals, madness, and prowling Eidolons, he could only count on himself to survive, as the threat of insanity loomed over everyone equally, and nothing could slow its ineluctable embrace.

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The Forsaken Sovereign

A strange, wooden stage emerged from a sea of darkness, creaking under its watcher's hazy steps.

Its red-tinged curtains parted to the sides, revealing the slow rise of an exhausted, nameless young man, greeting his ailed mother and his little sister as he prepared for the day's first of many shifts.

The lights seemed to go out for an instant, akin to a flickering bulb, leading to a whole new play.

A naïve Laemno was now on display, blessing the Temple of Stars' vestments, chanting the Sidereal Revelations, and dutifully following his responsibilities as the twentieth Celestial Offering.

The platform quaked, crumbling along with its watcher.

As he fell into an endless abyss, fleeting images of an unfamiliar era greeted him—giant vessels, raging seas, cedar castles, and the zealous air of an adventurous age. Silvery eyes gazed upon the earth with pity and upon the skies with disdain, shadowed by a looming heptad and its twisted figures.

Meaningless Dream