Deeptime Stories

He did not see us. We stood in the same Space, yet we existed in entirely different Time Layers. Just as a water strider on the surface cannot touch the pebble submerged at the bottom of the river, he-walking only on the surface-could not perceive us, hidden in the depths of time. In the brilliant, predatory world of Ivory, power is measured in data, and existence is a commodity. Chairman Gene, the master of The Monolith, rules with a predator's instinct, believing he controls every breath within his tower of light. But Adin carries a secret from the darkness of Ebony: Solet, the "Finest Flour." It is a power that demands the ultimate price-the Incineration of Time. To perform a miracle, Adin must burn the past, erasing the very memories and records of those he loved to forge a future. While the hunters of Ivory skitter across the surface, Adin chooses to sink. Into the density of sorrow, into the silence of the abyss, into the layers where they can never follow. Because the softest thing overcomes the hardest. And the deepest silence will eventually bring down the tower of light.

MAN AFTER MAN by: Demonic Cube the original book: by Dougal Dixon An Account of Human Change this is just a comics all rights reserved to Dougal Dixon There must have been a time, long before memory, when creatures not yet fully human first lifted their eyes to the night sky. Above them lay patterns they could not name, movements they could not control. From these lights, meaning was imagined, and stories were born. Those stories did not guide them. Survival did. Across millions of years, climate shifted, continents moved, and familiar forests vanished. Each change reshaped the body as surely as it reshaped the land. Limbs lengthened or shortened. Teeth broadened or shrank. Posture altered, slowly and imperfectly, as natural selection favored only what endured. Humanity was never a single form. It was a succession of experiments. Some survived by clinging to trees. Others stepped hesitantly into open plains. Most failed. A few endured long enough to leave their bones behind-silent evidence of adaptation, compromise, and loss. This is not a story of progress. It is a record of change. And change does not stop.

A deeply unnerving short story about a superhero-supervillain esque battle questioning the existence of this book. You know, I just set out to do the impossible, write something to convince someone that I don't exist...