The Womb of Tragedy

Introduction

THE WOMB OF TRAGEDY

Thank you for choosing to read my book, The Womb of Tragedy! It is a 3-book project of the Tragedy Series, and is based off on a fantasy genre, because of which there will be a lot of supernatural elements throughout the story!

TAGS AND WARNINGS

i. This book contains content that may be unsuitable for some readers, including depictions of violence, blood, gore, deaths and war, intense action sequences, injustice, corruption and themes of moral ambiguity. It is intended for mature audiences who are comfortable with these elements and are seeking an action-based narrative filled with complex characters and intricate plot-lines.

ii. The story explores the consequences of choices, the struggle for power, and the moral dilemmas faced by the characters as they navigate a world of mythological beings, divine pacts, and supernatural abilities. Readers are advised to exercise discretion and consider their own comfort levels before proceeding.

iii. While the book is a work of fiction, it may contain moments that evoke strong emotions and challenge conventional notions of heroism and villainy. The characters are diverse, and the book is focused on challenging the duality of standards, which is why some characters are bound to walk a path separate from traditional believes or expectations.

────── PROLOGUE

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Cold, solitary fingers tickled past my face, a cimmerian darkness besieging my vision. An intense weight over the veil of my eyes prevented me from peering them open and I found myself being consumed by the abyssal domain.

Deeper, darker — my body fell off on impulse, the shadows embracing my being in a welcoming embrace. Only then, with the perception of the dampness over my clothes, did I realise that I was drowning. Deeper, darker, the depths plunged me further down the levels. Oddly enough, however, I could still breathe. That, or perhaps I didn't need to breathe in this dream.

It was so cynically simple, the face of death that approached from the darkness below — too deep for light to reach you, too deep for you to soar back to safety. In the end, only the abhorrent image of the end is perceived by the eyes. Your body begs for escape, yet you know there's no escaping this destiny.

The water that drowns you first collapses you, as if it had a mind of its own with a clear instinct to capture prey. It floods your organs, sabotaging your body before the pressure crushes it into a mess of nothingness, all while you watch — watch, with the helplessness of a repugnant fantasy, as it tears you apart, rendering your feeble fantasies of life to be torn asunder.

Dreams, however, aren't bound to such fragile restraints of life and death. They are where our fantasies take flight after all — the womb of our glorious tragedies. Even in the darkest recesses of a nightmare, there's always something, or someone, waiting to be discovered, to be found, again. Maybe that's the reason why we as humans dream in the first place, to give a reason to what has lost its purpose, to who has lost their origins.