Lore

The Boy Upon Death

My existence was as cold as my birth. I was born with both knowledge and will-an inevitability for my kind. Drawn to the final moments of mortal life, we came into being. Some of us became Reapers, tasked solely with ferrying souls to their afterlife. Others craved the power of souls, calling themselves gods of Death-Shinigami. They believed that devouring or absorbing souls granted them greater might, but found that power only deepened their coldness and emptiness. Those gods of Death became husks, bored of their own immortality yet too frightened to end themselves. But being a Reaper can yield the same chill. Though I know the souls would be lost without our guidance, my own existence seems bound to a perpetual winter, drawn to the final beat of each mortal life.

The Interview with a Friend: 

This poignant and haunting tale begins with the narrator's journey of placing his mother in a rural nursing home-a sanctuary that feels more like a retreat. As he adjusts to this new chapter in their lives, he encounters peculiar events, including an old man conversing with an unseen companion over tea. This eerie experience fades into the background as the narrator becomes consumed by the demands of life, gradually visiting his mother less frequently.

The Day the Lights Came

​In the silence that followed, something else began to stir...

When the Voltivore Belt swept across the sky, the world didn’t end—but everything changed. Electricity died. Circuits failed. Engines fell still. Humanity was plunged into darkness, and from the ashes rose a new age of steam, lightmoss, and fear.

Now, decades later, the children born after the Fall are different.

Mira Thassel was one of them-brilliant, determined, and unknowingly marked by the very particles that shattered the world. As she chases the secrets buried in her parents' journals, her younger brother Finn uncovers strange truths hidden beneath the Dominion’s carefully controlled order.

But in the shadows of crumbling cities and long-forgotten laboratories, something is waking—something that remembers the hum of electricity and the promise of power.

Because the day the lights return… may be the day humanity falls.