Rites of Reincarnation

At the edge of the abyss of human understanding dwell the souls we call “madmen.”

They are solitary figures wandering the cracks in reality, each trapped in an eternal prison built from their own obsession and delusions.

One crowns himself inside his own skull, ruling over stars and laws that belong to him alone amid the flames of madness. He is the sole, lonely creator of his own divine realm.

One struggles to survive in a world full of hostility. In every shadow beneath the sunlight, behind every human-skin mask, lurks a blade meant only to slit his throat.

One dances among the ruins of reason, tearing every established truth into fragments of delirium. To him, the universe’s whispers are nothing but an elaborate lie directed at him.

Hush. Be silent...

Now, hold your breath and step into this absolute wasteland of consciousness.

Here, you may sink into despair, feeling the hopeless, icy, all-consuming anguish of a soul crushed beneath the weight of its own existence.

Or you may witness a tragic legend forged by madness itself, born from chaos and burning with the fire to upend the world.

Are you ready to listen?