"A hazy crest, unruly and wild talent, tides surging, denial, paralysis, an instant, an obstacle, eternal sleep, the crawling Iron Princess, the clay doll that constantly mutilates itself. Combine, rebound, extend to the ground, and learn your own helplessness..."
The young man slowly climbed onto an altar built from bones.
A black coffin rested silently atop the hexagonal altar. Strange railings around it were studded with heads.
The gloom had yet to lift, and night had not yet passed. Sirens rang out in the distance.
The young man lay down in the coffin. The houses around him were terrifyingly silent.
The coffin suddenly sank into the altar and stretched down into an endless abyss of darkness. The heads spun, rose, and exploded with a crash.
The young man opened his jet-black eyes and smiled faintly.
"At last... I did it..."
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
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