The Cycle of Resentment: Dreaming of the Imperial Capital

(For the main story, start with Chapter Ten)

The keeper of chaotic, sealed mysteries

A divine artifact abandoned by the universe

The faith we believe in buries people in the void

What truly exists in this world?

What untold stories are hidden in this corridor full of the unknown?

Or does it all come from nothingness and reverie?

"Dreams are threads connecting us to the universe."

[Warning: This is a weird story. Even the author has no idea what they are writing.]