In the midst of the void, the place where everything and nothing coexist, he sleeps. Like shining spheres, entire multiverses glow around him, all nothing more than grains of sand in the presence of the one who observes everything. After a creaking sound reaches his mind, his eyes, which have been closed from the beginning, open. Before you, the script means nothing, for regardless of what the one who writes the story desires, destruction is all he craves.



5 weekly chapters, maybe 7


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Echoes of Hollow

The day started out normally, aside from the fact that it was her mom who dropped her off at school this time. But things took a strange turn when, at the beginning of class, an unexpected announcement was made. 


"Please give a warm welcome," the teacher said. "She’ll be spending this last week with you all." 


They weren’t close enough to be called friends, but they weren’t strangers either. After all, they’d shared a meal once, and she had helped her. Hilary immediately recognized the girl during the introduction. 


Nervous, with her head lowered, Eudora clutched her uniform tightly, avoiding making eye contact with the other kids. It wasn’t just simple nerves—deep down, she was fighting a fierce internal battle to control her transformation. 


"Hey, over here!" Hilary exclaimed, standing up and waving. "Sit here!" 


"What are you doing?" her friend beside her whispered. "Sit down before Mr. Cris—" 


Chapter 94