After Every Ending.
“What if the world was never meant to exist at all?”
That question haunted no one—until the sky forgot to move.
It began without warning. A veil of thick, unmoving darkness blanketed the world of Nuvion. The sun vanished. The winds fell silent. Days turned to weeks beneath a sky that never changed, as if time itself had paused… or looked away.
Then came the collapse.
Cities crumbled. Oceans trembled. Entire moments repeated themselves in flickers—unseen, yet deeply felt. Some heard whispers echoing memories they had never lived. Others spoke of dreams that belonged to someone else. Reality began to fracture.
And then... the viruses arrived.
Not diseases, but digital scars—game-like glitches appearing across the land. Floating error codes. “Restricted Zones.” People vanishing without a sound. Creatures spawned from corrupted data, flickering and twitching as though stuck in a broken program. The world itself began to act like it was coded, artificial, and slowly crashing.
No one remembered what caused it.
As the world spirals into chaos, and pieces of forgotten time bleed into waking life, an invisible truth waits in the dark:
This isn’t the first time Nuvion has ended.
And unless something changes...
It won’t be the last.
Hello, dear reader. Before you dive headfirst into this mess of emotions, fights, and occasional existential crises, let me say a few things (because apparently I like talking to walls and people who can’t interrupt me). First off—yes, this story has more than one important character. I know, I know, shocker. You’ll see some names in chapter titles and think, “Ah, so they must be the main one.” And while you're not wrong, you're not entirely right either. Those names just mean the spotlight’s on them for that chapter. Doesn’t mean they’re the only ones pulling the strings. There are others. Characters you’ve met. Characters you haven’t. Some just passing by… or so it seems. So no, I’m not saying every background character is secretly a mastermind (though, honestly, I wouldn’t put it past me to do that either). But don’t be too quick to write anyone off. The story has layers. And I might be hiding a few knives in between the pages. Second—if you’re the type who skims… well, good luck. This isn’t the kind of story that spoon-feeds answers. Details matter. This isn’t a story that screams its secrets. It whispers to them. Sometimes in throwaway lines. Sometimes in the silence between two sentences. So read carefully—because if you’re really looking, you can see what’s coming before it even arrives. You might think you’ve figured it all out. You haven’t. I want to tell you everything. I do. But I’ve already been told to keep my mouth shut by certain unnamed fictional individuals (you’ll meet them soon). So, for now, just promise me you’ll read carefully, laugh when you can, and maybe even cry a little—if you’re into that. Now go on. The darkness won’t wait forever. Sincerely, Your slightly unhinged author