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 don't know when the texture of the ground changed. I couldn't even say if there was a moment. Maybe it's me who didn't feel it coming. Maybe my feet, too busy surviving to warn me, stopped transmitting what they were treading, or my knees, worn from bearing the weight of a silence that no longer belongs to me, unlearned how to discern what truly supports them. Or maybe… I simply no longer listen to myself walking. I move forward without contact. Without feedback. My body, from carrying a silenced voice, a foreign breath, has forgotten that it too could be heard.

Maybe walking itself has become a reflex. A trance of forgetting. As if movement replaced presence, as if advancing was enough to simulate existence a little longer, even without truly inhabiting it.

Not a noise. No. Not something that alerts, that bursts, that cuts.

The Silent Threshold