Samohtlord

Thrown into a nightmare he never chose, Anthony wakes up in a world where pain breathes through every shadow.

Here, death comes without warning, power is hoarded by monsters in human form, and the weak are erased without ceremony. There are no heroes. No second chances. Only those who adapt — or die screaming.

Anthony is no savior. He carries wounds he won’t name. But in this world that devours, every scream becomes a weapon. Every failure, a mutation.

To survive, he must evolve. Not to be strong — but to stop breaking.

Because in this world, even the broken can become gods.

Anthesis of Sadness is a journey of blood, will, and transformation — where the deepest tragedy may not be death… but the person we become to survive.

Anthesis of Sadness

I took a step. Then another. Not like one moves forward. Not like one conquers. But like one yields. Like one accepts to no longer retreat, even without understanding where one is going, even without expecting anything.

My foot gently struck that strange surface, living membrane more than ground, and in the faint vibration that rose from the sole to the throat, I felt something give way inside me — not a pain, not a fear, but that leftover resistance one keeps by reflex, even though the body knows there's no longer a battle to fight. I wasn't walking. I was laying down a trace, fragile, permitted.

It was there, precisely there, in that bare gesture, that step laid without force but without escape, that I understood — not as a constructed thought, but as a diffuse vertigo, a sudden hollow in the sensory space.

Something was missing here. Truly. An absence heavier than weight, more palpable than matter itself. Not an object, not a landmark, not a light.

For Lack of Proof