Markoftheforsaken Stories

Some stories are too long to ignore, yet too painful to hold onto. The longing for what we no longer have lingers-quiet, heavy, and unforgiving. We chose silence. We hid what mattered most. And the deeper we buried it, the more it faded into memory. But memory doesn't disappear-it changes. It turns into fear. Into regret. Now, we've made a choice: to look into the dark without a light to guide us. And in doing so, daylight slips away. Memories fracture-like a broken film, playing moments that no longer feel whole. In the end, we drown in darkness, struggling to be remembered. Only a few words remain, echoing in the void- A mark left behind. A truth finally faced. This is the mark that proves we were Forsaken.

When time cracks between silence and terror, there lies a story most would rather forget. We all carry dark stories-some remain untold, others fade into memory. The worst of them twist into fears we bury, regrets of truths we never faced. Because hiding in the dark feels safer than walking through fire. But this story refuses to stay hidden. It bleeds into reality. It follows a man who no longer knows where dream ends and waking begins. He searches for the source of the unease that haunts him, only to find the world itself unraveling-familiar yet unreal, solid yet slipping away. Dreams spill into daylight. Memories fracture like broken film. Reality stutters, as if it is beginning to fade. Most would ignore it. He cannot. For the moment he dares to remember, everything floods back. The closer he gets to the truth, the faster it vanishes-until only one truth remains: Some answers were never meant to be found. This is The Mark of the Forsaken.