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 entered a kind of room, but even that word seemed too rigid, too architectural to describe this place. It was a space, yes, but made of stretched, supple, living membranes, as if the world itself had folded in on itself to shape its interior.

Soft fibers lined the walls, woven together in a gentle, almost warm material that sent back no echo, no aggression. Everything seemed to breathe, slowly, in a vibrant stillness, as if I had just stepped into the hollow of an immense, patient, and silent being.

It wasn't very big, this room, no larger than a nook in a cave or a breath folded onto itself. But the silence here felt immense. Not oppressive. Not hostile. Immense in another way — like a sleeping sea, deep, vast, without anger, but endless, whose edges I could no longer see, as if every attempt at defining it dissolved in the smooth softness of this absence.

You Made Noise