"SOME BONDS ONLY SHARPEN WITH DEATH." The Dawnsworn raised Ruik to be loyal. They branded him a traitor instead. Exiled and hunted, he is guided by that which he swore to kill-Rivulet-a vampire awakened by the taste of his blood. A relic whispers his name. A goddess watches with quiet hunger. The Veil calls to him once more. Obsession pulls at his soul-but choice burns in his heart. Rivulet sees the man Ruik was... and the god he could become. Power could save their fractured world. It could also unmake it. To protect her, Ruik may have to embrace the very thing that once broke him. And some bonds are not meant to be tamed.

"This broken dawn is not the end, my little star. The blood will be washed away by the tears of the Stars and the day will start anew." The Stars had cursed them all. Their homes, their lives, their loves - everything had been uprooted. Now, all they had were their breaths, their heartbeats... and the will to continue on.

Once, she was a peach tree bathed in spring wind; he, a five-colored stone sleeping beneath her roots. In the age before light, they shared the same breath of heaven and earth. Through endless cycles of death and rebirth, they learned to be human- only to find that no life felt complete without the other. When they meet again in the mortal realm, destiny burns anew. Two souls, one flame- their reunion will ignite the heavens.

Transcendence is the revolt against the unbroken wheel of time, and the desire for a perfected state beyond the degenerating interdiction of time. There have been eras of peace and prosperity no one would have hesitated to stop the clocks forever for; Nietzsche was right that the joy of a moment could affirm the whole of eternity. So we rest on the joy of the eternal return, hoping again for that one ecstatic moment of aesthetic ecstasy which affirms the whole of eternity.

A battle between the conscious and subconscious mind.

FROM LOGIC ENDS is a cracked mirror of a collection - peering into the bizarre, the bent, and the beautifully wrong. Within these pages, yellow ducks might watch you back, eyes glitch in reflections, and memories scream through vending machines. Every story tears at the seams of reality, where the strange isn't just welcome - it's the narrator. The mind urge to relive the innocence but die at the cruelity of the world. The world that's eager to feed about the innocent and puke the blasphemy. To the dark comedy lovers... its my HOMAGE. Read. Listen. Pretend cause the wile are feeding and DUCKIES are leading.