The End of Days has begun. The Seven Veils of Reality—cosmic layers protecting the mortal realm—are unraveling due to a forgotten pact made centuries ago by celestial beings. Italy, the heart of this unraveling, hides ancient lineages bound to mystical forces of balance and chaos.
Seven entities have awakened in human form—divine archetypes reincarnated in hilariously chaotic, beautiful, dangerous Italian beings - BRAINROT. They don’t remember who they are… but they are drawn to each other with world-ending intensity.
If even one of them kisses the wrong soul, reality will crack.
As love and madness bloom under falling skies, choices must be made: passion or salvation. But when every heart is cursed, is redemption even possible?
Author Review: “If We Kiss, the World Ends” Written by me. Unfortunately. Let me be honest: This book is a mess. An apocalyptic, meme-infused, operatic cathedral of chaos that I absolutely did not expect to finish writing — and that no one, in their right mind, should be reading at 3AM with tears in their eyes and the taste of cappuccino and divine guilt in their mouth. And yet… here we are. So what is this book? Well, imagine if Dante, Studio Trigger, Amon and a bunch of TikTok brainrot memes got locked in a collapsing opera house and were told, “You can only escape by writing a romance so intense it tears the fabric of fate.” Then imagine they all gave up halfway and let a cursed monkey finish it. That’s this novel. The plot? Yes. There is a plot. Somewhere. It’s hidden beneath layers of symbolism, foot-chases through flaming cathedrals, and existential bickering between characters. Every chapter asks you to suspend your disbelief, your emotional stability, and maybe your job. And yet, the story holds. Somehow. Through the absurdity, through the battles and betrayals, through the shark in sneakers yelling "Tralalero Tralala" while negotiating with angels — a very real question pulses underneath it all: Can love be worth the end of everything? Symbolism? Oh, there’s symbolism. Too much, maybe. The ruined opera house? → Time itself, looping until the final note is sung. The kiss? → Human intimacy as divine rebellion. Chimpanzini Bananini’s tragic memory loss? → A commentary on meme culture, decay, and forgetting what you gave up for attention. The prophecy? → Storytelling. Fate. How we trap characters (and ourselves) in narratives we can’t escape. Brr Brr Patapim? → Honestly I don’t know. He terrifies me. Would I recommend this? Absolutely not. Unless you like books that, betray you emotionally and then offer you a banana. Final thoughts: Writing If We Kiss, the World Ends felt like taking dictation from the fever dream of an angel with a TikTok account. I love this book. I also resent this book. But if even one reader felt something real among the absurdity — a moment of clarity in the chaos — then maybe, just maybe… the kiss was worth it. 1 star. Would apocalypse again. Would not let the monkey write Chapter 7. Grazie e arrivederci, —Дякую, Roge Park from Ukraine.