272 Days Until...
Existence has already ended once.
By something that was not even “something” in any ordinary sense. Unseen, unfelt, and forever forgotten.
But what comes after absolute nulity?
Affirmation.
Endless, reasonless affirmation.
An overflowing plenitude that refuses silence.
After recreating existence, the Plenitude Without Reason chose once more to participate. For participation is the only way to remain as something without dissolving into everything.
From that Will, Anathasia was born.
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Kyle. A boy worn thin by expectations that were never truly his own. Misunderstood, overestimated, and exhausted from a life spent pleasing everyone but himself.
After graduation, he leaves his quiet countryside home behind, hoping a distant university might finally offer him peace.
Instead, the city offers him something far stranger than loneliness.
Waiting inside the house meant to be his new beginning is a girl he has never met. Serene, unfamiliar, and wrong in ways he cannot quite name.
She does not feel human.
And she isn’t very good at pretending to be.
She asks if she can live with him.
Reluctant and too kind to refuse, Kyle agrees.
Unaware that he has just welcomed into his life something far older than history, and far greater than existence itself.
She is not merely otherworldly.
She is an existence that should not care about human hearts at all. An Outer God wearing a fragile disguise, observing a species she was never meant to touch.
But through cohabitation, and with time, Anathasia begins to reveal the truth.
About reality.
About the end that once was.
And about Kyle’s connection to the silence that remained.
Until the day he finally understands everything. Her, himself, and the affirmation that holds existence together.
[DISCLAIMER]
This is a work of fiction set in a version of modern-day Earth. While real-world locations, historical events, cultures, and mythologies may be referenced, they are depicted in a fictionalized manner for storytelling purposes.
All characters, interpretations, and narratives are products of my imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, beyond historical figures, is purely coincidental.
