In the gray cocoon-like material world, mortals are blinded by the "curtain", and only the fallen can see the truth——
A group of paradox poets wandering in the rift of dimensions, using flesh, memory and soul as bargaining chips to steal the forbidden power of another world.
"You steal your power, the dimension steals your life, and history steals your name."
When the sacrificial economy of the material world devours the souls of the bottom, when the tribunal of the underworld hunts defaulters, when the blood tide of the crimson world surges out the ancient blood ancestors, when the collective madness of the spiritual world spreads like a plague... A war that runs through all dimensions is coming quietly, and the thieves are both pawns and blades.
"Security is a lie, ignorance is a gift—and awakening is the beginning of fall."
This is a gothic dark fantasy epic about betrayal and contract, flesh and memory, twisted authority and morbid aesthetics.
Here, every power is marked with a price, every sublimation is close to destruction, and the most deadly temptation is always the whisper:
"You can... Steal a little more."
