As an “Anchor” who can travel between multiverses, I have thirteen selves sharing a single consciousness. Yet I'm on the brink of doom, with only one “token” left to sustain my existence and let me travel.
Every thought I have taints the world and erodes me. Guided by a raven, I must find a way to survive and forge a token in this wasteland where rules clash, before I succumb to madness or am devoured, even if the price is dying once again. In this wasteland where rules clash, I must find a way to survive and forge a token, even if the price is dying once again.
This story is rooted in cosmic horror in the style of Lovecraft, blending cyberpunk's anxiety about perception with the fatalism of time-travel science fiction to create an alien hell where the rules have collapsed. The protagonist's journey through a twisted world in search of a “token” is, in truth, a cruel interrogation of the nature of existence. When the self can be divided, reality rewritten, and time shattered, is “survival” nothing more than a dance with madness?
“We read the granite stele, yet forget that stones can lie.”
And you have made those lies grow tentacles, screaming through every word
