In a material world as dim as a cocoon, ordinary people are blinded by the “Veil.” Only the fallen can glimpse the truth.
A group of paradoxical poets, wandering the rifts between dimensions, wager their flesh, memories, and souls to steal forbidden powers from other worlds.
“You steal power, dimensions steal your life, and history steals your name.”
As the material world's sacrificial economy devours the souls of the lower classes, the courts of the underworld hunt down those who break their contracts, the Crimson World's blood tide surges with the return of an ancient blood progenitor, and collective madness spreads like a plague through the mental realm… a war spanning every dimension quietly descends. The dimension thieves are both pawns and blades.
“Safety is a lie, ignorance is a gift, and awakening is the beginning of corruption.”
This is a dark Gothic fantasy epic about betrayal and contracts, flesh and memory, twisted power, and a diseased aesthetic.
Here, every power comes at a price, every ascension approaches destruction, and the deadliest temptation is always that whisper:
“You could… steal a little more.”
