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

<p>At first I thought it was my heart — not because it was pounding harder, nor faster, nor with that urgency that precedes collapse, but because a pulse, muffled, flat, strangely regular, began to beat with an abnormal density, not in the rhythm itself, but in the placement, as if the tempo had shifted a few millimeters to the left, or downward, or elsewhere, and it now resonated off-axis, in an area I had never inhabited, a new cavity that should never have received a heartbeat, but nonetheless sheltered one — and it was this dissonance, this insidious misalignment between the regularity of the motion and the inadequacy of its source, that made me believe, at first, that it was my heart.</p>

The Misaligned Rhythm