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 if I stepped back. Or if it's the ground, once again, that changed beneath me. Here, nothing distinguishes a step from a thought. Nothing anchors. Nothing strikes. The marsh erases all friction, all lines of rupture. There is no opposition between what I decide and what happens to me—only a slow gliding, a troubled coincidence between my breath and the world.

This place is not meant to be crossed. It is meant to recognize what insists on remaining.

I no longer know if I'm advancing or being carried. But I feel, still, that there are areas I don't dare set down.

Not because of danger. Not even because of doubt.

But because those places… do not ask.

Here, everything that doesn't speak… remembers.

Where I Do Not Walk