Created from human flesh, your existence feeds upon the power of the profane.

A soul submerged within the budding darkness casts itself into the ever-growing vortex of predation. Billions upon billions of hands stretch forth, spreading ink until the blank page is stained black.

The traces left upon the firmament begin to tremble as the echoes of countless journeys once more propagate through its currents.

Ashes descend, dyeing the soaked earth with their color.

The little traveler reaches out once more toward that light peering beyond the horizon.

Longing to touch it with the tips of his fingers.

The prologue to the rewritten version has been published; please share your thoughts after reading it.


Chapter 95 - Announcement