Naples is not a city anymore.
It is a stage. A battlefield. A cathedral of sound.
The Gate pulses in the center of the Piazza like a hole through which the rest of the story has already fallen.
The prophecy hums.
The Score glows.
The kiss approaches.
But first—everyone loses their minds.
The Great Brainrot Brawl begun.
Tung Tung Tung Sahur throws the first punch.
He screams:
"YOU TWO CANNOT KISS. I JUST REPLACED THE MOON'S BRAKES!"
He lunges at Tralalero Tralala, but is intercepted by Bombombini Gusini, who launches him into a cathedral bell with the force of a depressed Vespa.
"It's not about the moon brakes, Tung Tung!! It's about love!"
Capuchino Assassino vanishes and reappears instantly in midair, kicking Lirilì Larilà.
But she pirouettes through the kick.
"I used to be a singer. Now I'm the entire choir."
She releases a sonic scream so high it turns the pigeons into angels.
Bombardiro Crocodillo builds a cannon out of church pews and old tax records.
"IF THEY KISS, I BECOME REAL. I CAN'T AFFORD TO EXIST!"
Ballerina Cappuccina finally dances.
And reality bends.
The clouds waltz.
The traffic sings opera.
Bombombini forgets who he's fighting and weeps uncontrollably.
"She's too beautiful. Too symmetrical."
Chimpanzini Bananini holds up a banana.
"I remember now… I AM THE REASON."
Then is hit in the face by a flying shark.
It's Tralalero's dream, coming alive.
The world is falling apart to music.
All of a sudden...
Silence.
The sky peels open like a can of ravioli.
A foot — enormous, moss-covered, ancient — crashes down.
And then the voice:
"Brr… brr… patapim…"
The Forest God. The Meme Titan. The Root of All Rhythm.
Brr Brr Patapim rises out of the woods with the power of thirty forgotten dialects and the melancholy of a thousand eurotrash club beats.
He does not speak.
He simply vibes.
And all others freeze.
Even the Score stops.
He opens his hand.
In it: a tiny, glowing cassette tape.
"You forgot," he says."This story was always mine."
He presses PLAY all the others stopping in an instant! Now only the two can move.
Tralalero and Lirilì step forward.
All others watch.
The Gate expands behind them.
The air thickens with faith, fear, and fan edits.
The kiss happens.
It's gentle.
It's tender.
It's doomed.
The Gate does not close.
The world does not end.
Instead…
The camera pulls back.
The stage crumbles.
And suddenly —
You are watching.
Yes, you, the reader.
The story looks at you and says:
"You kissed them. With your eyes. Every time you read a word."
"So what should the world do, now that it's ended?"
Everything goes white.
Then black.
Then—
Chapter 0 begins.
A page appears.
Blank.
Then one sentence types itself across your screen:
"If we read this, the world begins again."