Dyemaker
He rejected the world because he could.
No prophecy. No catastrophe. No grand purpose.
Just a quiet choice, a distant mountain, and a pit said to swallow everything.
He jumped.
A halo appeared mid-fall.
He wandered through caves where mushrooms glowed and turned divine at his touch,
where a silent black silhouette with two red eyes stared back in shared confusion,
and nothing - absolutely nothing - judged him.
He jumped again.
And woke in the same ordinary house, the same quiet life.
The halo never left.
No one else can see it.
No one else can touch it.
But he can - cool, solid light circling his head like a crown no one asked for.
A slow, unapologetic story about refusing everything... and being given almost nothing in return.
Just existence, slightly altered. Forever.