Meeting You at the Convergence of the End

I exist here as information made physical. May these words become matter and breathe new life into the story you left behind.

I, too, will leave behind a meme before heading to the end of language.

May these words never be swept away by time.

He met him in the darkness.

She met him in the haze.

Fate is a spiral immersed in blood debts, a spiral that parts again after briefly intertwining.

When they converge on this rough stage, everyone is a clumsy actor.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.