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 had been walking for a long time. Too long. Or maybe not.

Because here… time doesn't weigh. It doesn't flow. It doesn't settle like elsewhere. It dissolves. Slowly. Silently. Like a lukewarm vapor you don't feel, but that erases outlines. It's not that it passes. It's that it ceases to exist the moment you try to catch it. It becomes something else — a sensation without duration, a substance without weight.

Like sounds. Like memories. Like boundaries.

Everything slips. Nothing holds. Sounds no longer echo, thoughts fade before they even take shape, and places themselves seem hesitant to fully exist. It's not a desert. It's not a dream. It's a grey zone, slow, soft, where each step forgets itself in the next.

I no longer knew if I was moving forward.

The Modified Inner Map