Phantasmagoria Code

From sparks to ashes, from ashes to sparks.

Even in the throes of normalcy, he could feel it. The fraying of thread; the unweaving of the grand tapestry; the subtle howls of reality as demons long forgotten by man rise up from the darkness.

Soon, the truth would be revealed. Soon, the daily life he so treasured would cease to be.

Would he become the guiding flame that beckoned the dawn? Or would he bring about the twilight of creation and rot in stagnation?