GodSpeak. Book One. The Portal Crafter
“In a world where magic is born of imagination and undone by will, survival is a battle of one’s mind, heart, and soul. With persistance I found luck and with luck I survived.…”
All My Stars & Constellations. Book One. The Light-Bringer’s Ante
Stella was but a newbown when fate decended into her life. The Imperials are immortal and their vassals are but play things in their eternity. Yet, one burned so bright the eternals could not resist and fell to sin. The calamity of this mixing of the houses starts a war sure to enflame the entire world of Mulkuth. From it’s ashes what will arise?
The Mystic Leagues
The Mystic Leagues Universe follows humanity’s evolution into a vast, AI-integrated intelligence that spans galaxies, participating in an eternal, competitive simulation as part of a civilization-wide project to expand life and knowledge across the cosmos.
This is the game we want to produce. It encapsulates all the different series. Think of it as a hub from which one delves into the expanse. We will post art work and media related to the videogame here as it comes to be.
The Botanist.
In a world on the brink of collapse, a young research graduate turns their high-rise apartment into a self-sustaining ecosystem, testing survival in isolation while society crumbles outside. But as pandemics mutate, augmented reality distorts perception, and government black ops tighten their grip, the apartment becomes a battleground for forces beyond comprehension. Their enigmatic neighbor, KDR, holds the key to a hidden quantum network—the Human Colossus—an interdimensional system linking realities, pursued by shadowy agents, alien entities, and supernatural forces. As reality fractures and unseen horrors close in, survival is no longer just about food and water—it’s about escaping a world that may no longer be real. Grow. Adapt. Survive. Escape. Welcome to The Botanist.
Civilization Lost…
I sank to my knees below an alien sun that consumed the sky. No, it was the sky…. Before me, coming toward me, the predator. My primal instincts screamed from every atom that my essence held bound as even my soul howled, as if splintered and dying. Through all this it stalked, slowly, purposefully, unaffected by my muted horror with no question of what prize it entertained to claim.
As it drew nearer, all of reality buckled around it. Slowed and hastened as the figure rocked and bowed .
Ever closer…. Ever closer….
Its form formless, its presence intoxicating, invisible to all but the naked eye. Where it ended, so did reality cease to be. Instantly lost, ripped away, pulled back to the singularity. What was framed, now unentangled. What was a wave, dissolved to the point where only the abyss remained.
Alone, under this setting, I felt the muscles in my neck pulse, as if pumping my essence back into me. My eyes locked onto what would appear to be the end. Knowing full well this was just the beginning.
With persistence I found luck and with luck I survived.
-Memories of a first encounter
