(BOOK 2 OF THE "OUR STORIES" DUOLOGY) Read Book 1: "OUR STORIES" I GIVE (TO YOU) to experience the other side of the silence. To Bramantyo Bayu, Andreas Rio Putra was more than just a brilliant, distant boss. He was a complex symphony, a silent melody that Bayu desperately wanted to harmonize with. Amidst piles of documents and late-night office hours, Bayu tried to offer friendship, striving to be an anchor in Rio's stormy life. But the closer Bayu tried to get, the higher the walls Rio built around himself. Until one day, Rio left without a real goodbye, leaving Bayu behind with nothing but silence and unanswered questions. "He left to save me, he thought. But he forgot that his absence was the deepest wound of all." This is not a story about chasing a love that ran away. It is a story about making peace with silence, about healing from abandonment, and learning that sometimes, the only way to keep a memory safe is to stop trying to hold onto the person. "The only way to keep him is to let him go... forever."

"Evil is the art of decomposition. And I? I am merely a florist." By day, La Bella Donna is an intoxicating floral paradise. By night, it is an operating theater for the human soul. Fazar does not believe in the preservation of love; he worships the process of decay. To him, men are merely cut flowers-beautiful for a moment, then destined to wilt. This is the study of three men who entered his orbit: The Sunflower, starved for validation. The Cactus, prickly with arrogance. The Moonflower, destroyed by his own virtue. Fazar uses no knife to ruin them. He uses philosophy, poetry, and a cracked mirror. [BOOK 2 OF THE AMORA LOGIA ANTHOLOGY] Can be read as a standalone. ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This story contains Mature content (18+), severe psychological manipulation (gaslighting), toxic relationships, references to suicide, and themes of nihilism. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Found left behind on a dusty shelf in Erotorica-wedged between 90s porn mags and cheap romance novels-lies a manuscript far more obscene than pornography: "Community Guidelines". This isn't a safety rulebook. It is the darkest comedy script ever written by the human species. In this book, G.S. Priapus will not be your motivator. He will be your translator. He dissects the holy verses of social media rules ("No Human Trafficking", "Be Authentic") and translates them into their original language: The language of corporate greed, hypocrisy, and digital slavery. Are you a User (Human Type B)? Or are you Cattle? Welcome to the street court. Session is open. --- Author: G.S. Priapus Location: Erotorica, Marais District (Archived by: Lustarius & E. Eye)

Damar Prawira built his life on a solid foundation. His world was a fortress of straight lines and predictable routines. Then came Leo. An anomaly who dismantled every wall, filling every empty space with laughter, unexpected questions, and the scent of jasmine tea. For the first time, Damar's fortress began to feel like a home. But Leo came with an expiration date. A train ticket bought and paid for. How do you build a home around someone you know is leaving?

For five years, Baskara built a sanctuary inside Room Number Seven. A silent cathedral where every breath belonged to Adra, and the world outside ceased to exist. It was a love defined by totality. But totality is a fragile illusion. When the cracks finally appeared, they didn't come with a scream, but with a smile on a glowing screen. A two-minute video was all it took to turn their sanctuary into a ruin. Bas didn't answer with rage. He answered with a terrifying quiet. He didn't destroy Adra. He simply withdrew the shelter. This is a melancholic chronicle of a man who learns to stand alone amongst the wreckage of his own heart. A story about the quietest, most painful way to say goodbye: by becoming a stranger to the one you once called home.

Two students. Two opposing worlds. Arya Dinata builds a fortress of silence to survive a world that is far too loud. Duta Mahardika is a storm that thrives on noise to cover up the silence within him. Under the shade of an old angsana tree, a trivial conversation and a strange flash of lightning change everything. Their souls are swapped, trapped in the most ironic of prisons: each other's bodies. They have one hundred days to walk in the wrong shoes, to experience the world from the perspective they despise most. If they fail to truly understand one another-not with the mind, but with the heart-they will lose themselves forever. When the seeker of silence is forced to hear the world's roar, and the noisemaker is forced to feel the soul's quiet-the biggest question is no longer "how to return," but "who am I, really?"

Love is... The Longing for What Was Never Whole. Love is... The Wound We Are Grateful For. Love is... The Question That Needs No Answer. Ezaz, the quiet keeper of a dusty old bookstore, tries to imprison the mystery of love in twenty philosophical definitions. For him, logic is a fortress, and the towering shelves are the only friends who will never betray him. Every day is a safe, silent, and controlled repetition. Until one rainy night, a stranger named Ivan walks in, carrying the scent of rain and a simple question that threatens to shatter everything. This is not a story about finding love. It's a story of a fortress being dismantled, of a silence that speaks louder than words, and the discovery that the truest answer isn't a definition, but an act of courage. Can a man who lives by answers learn to trust a question?

Maya's marriage was built on a promise of forever, a fortress of quiet routines and perfectly brewed coffee. But within its silent walls, she is a stranger in her own life, loving a man who feels more like a ghost. Every unspoken word, every cold touch, chips away at her soul, leaving her to question her own sanity. When a series of discoveries shatters the fragile illusion she calls home, Maya must confront a terrifying truth: the greatest threat isn't the anger she can hear, but the silence that is slowly erasing her. A raw, introspective journey into the heart of emotional abuse, and the quiet rebellion of a woman learning to breathe again.

How long can you wear a mask before it becomes your face? Andreas Rio Putra is perfection carved into flesh. A brilliant young CEO, a skyrocketing career, and a perfect fiancée waiting at the altar. His life is a flawless performance where every smile is sculpted and every word is calculated. Until Bayu Prasetyo. The new assistant with eyes too clear and a smile too sincere. His presence is a glitch in Andreas's sterile code-a foreign warmth that threatens to burn the entire stage of lies to the ground. Every laugh from Bayu feels like oxygen after an eternity of suffocation, yet every gaze is a silent path to ruin. Trapped between the future everyone expects and a truth that could shatter everyone he loves, Andreas must make a choice. But what if being honest means becoming a destroyer? And what if the only way to protect the one person who makes you feel alive is to disappear from their life... forever? A story about sacrifice, unspoken love, and the painful courage it takes to face the fractured man in the mirror. A chronicle from the fictional city of Lustria (Amora Logia Universe).

**CONTENT WARNING:** This story is intended for a mature audience and contains graphic depictions of body horror, psychological trauma, violence, and non-consensual themes. Reader discretion is strongly advised. --- The world did not end with a bang, but with a terrifying, absolute silence. When a colossal machine of alien origin lands on Horsell Common, it doesn't bring war in the way humanity expected. Instead, it releases a silent black smoke that stills every living thing, turning them into statues of flesh, their souls extinguished. Arthur Penhaligon, a writer, finds himself a prisoner within his own paralyzed body, a lone conscious mind in a sea of empty shells. He is harvested and taken to a living, organic factory where humanity is no longer a species, but a resource to be processed. Trapped in a translucent vessel, his only anchor is a silent alliance with another survivor, Edmund. Together, they must navigate the horrific, intimate cycles of the alien facility, where bodies are harvested, minds are erased, and the failures are recycled into food. In a place where survival demands the perfect performance of passivity, what does it mean to remain human?