In a distopian future ruled by the Antichrist, teenage tech prodigy Lex Ivanov was born in an underground city to rewrite the end of the world.

In a galaxy where ancient rivalries have simmered into an uneasy peace, the prestigious House of Aegis unites students from all the planets. K'Lani Marzu, a fiery Martian princess born with unmatched combat abilities, is thrust into a new world when she's accepted into the intergalactic school. What begins as a routine academic journey quickly twists into something far more dangerous. After finding mysterious bones on campus, K'Lani and her growing group of unlikely friends uncover secrets that shake the school's foundation and hint at a darkness festering within the very people meant to protect them. Amid exams, political legacies, secret bloodlines, and missing students, the group must question everything they know about power, truth, and what it means to be chosen. With a secret war brewing and the past refusing to stay buried, K'Lani and her friends may be the galaxy's best hope or its final spark of destruction.

"The future is watching and it knows your secrets."

In the far future, mankind can no longer be recognized. There is no skin, only synthetics. No blood, only coolant. No soul, only circuits. At least, that's the status quo enforced by all authorities. Cities are separated by The Silver Sea, and isolated by unquestionable protocols. However, any system no matter how secure, is vulnerable to an unknown entity being inserted inside itself...

"They call me Blue, (not really), cute, right? Like a crayon, or a mood ring permanently stuck on 'bad day.' I used to run with the circus-literally. Turns out when you can see the dead and hear them whisper their ugly secrets, people think it's entertainment. Jokes on them, dead people follow me like unpaid bills, whispering things I shouldn't know about what's been done and who did it. Handy trick at parties...less handy when the people doing the whispering are missing half their faces. Basically, I got the short straw. I don't throw fire or bend steel. I talk to the dead. Or maybe they talk to me. Hard to say who's in charge. So where do you put someone like me? Same place they stick all the others with 'difficult' gifts. A prison dressed up as a hospital, where every smile hides a collar and every guard smells like bleach and regret or violence. They think the walls keep us safe. From the outside world, sure. From each other? Not a chance."

One difficult choice can shift your entire world, carrying you into a reality where the past that once held you dissolves like mist. And in that strange, delicate moment, even the fish that has been quietly watching you all along seems to speak, offering the support you never knew you needed.

In a meticulously ordered 1955, even health is a matter of state directive. Mr. Z, a sixty-two-year-old bank clerk of no particular note, receives his "sentence" from the doctors: daily walks, not for pleasure, but to ensure he remains robust enough to serve the Realm and the Church for years to come. As sparrows flit with "pointless joy" and children sing hymns of the King while their stomachs ache, Mr. Z embarks on his prescribed exercise. Every step is an act of mandated well-being, every movement watched. He must report his walk, justify his health, and sign a confirmation that he has fulfilled his duty. The state demands not just his labor, but his very vitality. But as he observes a free-roaming dog, "harmless and therefore feared," a quiet rebellion begins to stir within his "third half"-the part that knows and does not act. In a world where freedom can be mistaken for danger, Mr. Z finds himself caught between the comfortable cage of obedience and the terrifying allure of an unscripted life. What does it mean to be a good man when even your health is a tool of the state? And how long can one simply "not think" when the world insists on thinking for you?

27 Minutes to Eclipse is a darkly gripping tale of twin siblings, Sol and Selene, bound by blood, trauma, and a supernatural curse: every time they both die, the clock rewinds 27 minutes to the moment before the first twin's death. But this gift-or curse-comes at a cost. Memories of each loop stay with them, twisting their perception of time, morality, and each other. As their lives spiral deeper into chaos, the twins navigate the suffocating weight of their codependency, the unspoken secrets that fester between them, and the growing wedge driven by Mia-a steady but unwitting outsider who stumbles into their fractured world.

"Unlike others, I have the choice... I will never choose to live in misery, my dear..." Trapped between the usual, cruel, and old walls, the voices of the others tormented him. Truths are illusions, time is motionless, and life is suffocating.