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 feel something.Not a hand.Not a breath.Not a scream.Something else.A presence without shape, without weight, without shadow. A density that doesn't manifest but settles in, like a slow mist seeping into the nape of the neck, without shiver but with persistence.

At first, there is a barely perceptible suspension. Not an alert. Not a fear. A subtle shift in the density of the air. As if space, instead of resisting or welcoming, had begun to remember. A mute memory, undirected, unplaced. A crumpling in the fabric of the present. As if the world, without changing shape, had ceased to be neutral.

And that's when I understand. I am no longer walking alone.

Not because a noise tells me so — here, nothing rustles. Not even my steps, not even my breaths, not even my hesitations. The swamp lets nothing through. It erases friction, it swallows rhythm. It doesn't respond. It listens.

The One Who Walks Behind Me