- Human beings are fragile, temporary creatures living inside vast historical and institutional machines.
- Most suffering originates when those machines forget the people inside them.
- Identity is not discovered but constructed.
- The past is never dead and constantly shapes the present.
- Meaning emerges through relationships and creation rather than authority or destiny.
- The task of a good person is not to become pure, powerful, or important.
- It is to remain human while moving through the ruins.
The Cult of Nyx
It's a chronicle of my descent into madness!
WELCOME 2 MY CYBERSPACE
Friday, June 19, 2026
The Tenents of the Cult of Nyx
Tuesday, June 9, 2026
Tuesday, May 12, 2026
who even looks at this
why do my posts have views
why does anybody care
why is anybody curious
go away im not interesting
Sunday, March 29, 2026
fuck the Fire of Love (2022) documentary
It’s so fucking stupid, long, and drawn out. It’s poised as this “beautiful” artistic film when it just comes across like profiting off the deaths of two people.
Oh, and they also caused 4 other people to die alongside them because they were fucking retarded.
Who were two incredibly stupid fucking idiots with deathwishes. They did not deserve a film made about them.
That’s all.
I spit on their graves.
Wednesday, March 18, 2026
finally back to writing
Five new chapters finally, now that I’ve completely finished the 50+ chapter outline.
Chapter 411: [Land of Tea] Naruto no Metsuke
https://archiveofourown.org/works/74391511/chapters/213938101
Chapter 412: [Land of Tea] Mission Log: Don’t Piss Off Anko-sensei! [S-Rank]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/74391511/chapters/213942521
Chapter 413: [Land of Tea] Graduation…?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/74391511/chapters/213978791
Chapter 414: [Land of Tea] Ocha no Degarashi
https://archiveofourown.org/works/74391511/chapters/214094521
Chapter 415: [Land of Tea] The Necklace Thieves
https://archiveofourown.org/works/74391511/chapters/214101476
Friday, March 6, 2026
3
the elephant's tusks slotted into the empty cavity of the skeleton's jaw, clicked, and tore the aberration to pieces
Monday, March 2, 2026
night terror rewrite 2
I landed on the sidewalk outside my cousin's house.
Left was the beach: the ocean. No.
Right was somewhere else. Good.
My footsteps hit the pavement into a sprint.
The trees and houses began to blur together until their colors and shapes were unrecognizable.
I found myself walking up and across a wooden-plank bridge.
I have never been on one in my life.
Ahead, planks are missing.
But this time, I have regained control of the system.
As I step, the missing planks return.
Step-CLICK.
Step-CLICK.
Step-CLICK.
I hop off the end and land on the earth on the other side.
"Try again," I say to literally no one, "And I'll burn it the fuck down and piss on the ashes next time."



