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Chronicles of Tessera

Welcome to Tessera, a planet where consistency is uncommon. Every 13 days and 4 hours, the world hits the reset button in a terrifying, geological event known simply as the Shift. If you were planning to build a retirement home, tough luck, Tessera specializes in instant demolition and landscape reconfiguration, which is why civilization is long gone and humanity is hanging on by a thread. Meet Cyrus Solith, our socially anxious and perpetually conflicted protagonist. He’s not seeking glory; he’s seeking a single person he lost years ago. His internal life is a chaotic mess, but his external capabilities are anything but, thanks to the mysterious Patterns, geometric markings that grant extraordinary abilities. Cyrus finds himself reluctantly partnered with Rem, a hyper-logical genius who understands the world’s power system better than anyone, even without a Pattern herself. Their co-dependent journey is about survival, but fate has other plans, constantly pushing them toward the world’s central mystery: why did the Shifts start, and how can they possibly be stopped? The first leg of their epic journey throws them immediately into the deep end, forcing Cyrus to confront his greatest weakness...the habit of running away. If he wants to survive the next two weeks, he’ll have to get stronger, smarter, and face the fact that the person hunting him might be closer than he thinks. What You'll Find Inside: A Unique World: A constantly reconfiguring planet where life is a nomadic, high-stakes gamble. The Pattern System: A dynamic magic system based on geometry and mathematics. High-Stakes Combat: Intense, strategic fights where speed and intellect matter more than brute force. Complex Relationships: A strained, co-dependent relationship between an emotionally avoidant protagonist and his hyper-logical foil. Existential Mystery: A quest to uncover the planet's history and stop the cataclysmic Shifts before humanity vanishes entirely.
Misa_Kiriyu · 815 Views

Unholy Resonance

They say when you hit rock bottom, there’s nowhere left to fall. Yeah, that’s bullshit. I found a way to dig deeper. I didn’t exactly plan to die that night. I just stopped trying to stay alive. Twenty-eight years old, broke, drinking whatever didn’t taste like piss, working a job that barely qualified as “existing.” So when the alarms went off and everyone started running from the Eidolon attack, I just… didn’t. Figured if a monster was gonna eat someone, might as well save it the trouble of chasing. Except I didn’t die. Lucky me, right? Turns out the thing that got me wasn’t your average alleyway nightmare; it was an SS-Rank Eidolon, the kind people make horror movies about and then still underestimate. It was dying too, so instead of finishing me off, it did something no one thought possible. It crawled inside my head. Now I’ve got a voice in my skull that calls itself Dakavoth, sounds like a bored god and talks like he pays for rent in my head. Says we’re “connected,” whatever that means. I say he’s a parasite. We’ve agreed to disagree. So here I am, stuck between being human and something else entirely. Every day’s a balancing act: kill the monsters, pop the suppressants, pretend I’m not one of them. And try not to listen when the voice in my head tells me how much better I could be if I just let go. I’m not a hero. Hell, I’m barely a person. But when the darkness comes crawling out of the cracks again, and everyone else is too scared to move… I’ll be there. Not because it’s right. But because someone’s got to do it, and I already stopped caring if I make it out alive.
J_writes · 5.1k Views