The Cursed Nirvana

There is no breath where Nirvana ends.

Only the self folded inward.

Let not the mirror hold you.

Let not the name be spoken.



(Begin in silence. End unseen.)









"This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and rituals are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to real people, places, or practices is purely coincidental. Please do not attempt to replicate anything mentioned in this story. Reader discretion is advised."