Worlds beyond them are collapsing under the soles of their feet. With their mortal realm at stake, a deity of forces unknown has gifted power to an unlucky few. With a blight on the horizon, is it possible to fix the previous Crowned's mistakes? Or is damage, rooted so deeply, destined to consume what cannot be undone? The world's heart has a knife rooted deep within, twisted until it bleeds out in all of its wretched agony. Misunderstandings, traumas, and disaster. A person can only endure so much. The world can only endure so much. --- #1 in Inanimate Insanity! #1 in paper! #1 in bow! #1 in mephone! #1 in cobs! #1 in nickel! #1 in microphone! #1 in Marshmallow! #1 in candle! #1 in mic! #1 in OJ! #1 in apple! #1 in II! #1 in balloon! #1 in ballooninanimateinsanity! #1 in Lightbulb!

⚠️ WARNING!⚠️ [This story contains topics that some readers may find disturbing. Reader discretion is advised if you are sensitive to topics such as blood or gore. Additional warnings will be provided at the start of some chapters.] Everything that could go wrong went wrong, and it all started with the untimely demise of Hotel OJ's most despised resident.

[PERSPECTIVE] [BIAS BECOMES CONCEPT] [ - There is a point. A tipping point. One that occurs when adrenaline levels reach the point of overflow. You can only be so scared. You can only be so injured. At what point does that occur? At what point can a person be so terrified they no longer feel fear? How does it change them? At what point does a person no longer feel pain? What is the limit? How much can a person take?] [- Sanity, Fear, Pain, Emotion...] [- At what point is it a concept?] [- And another reality?] [- That is what I intend to find.]