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Ongoing, First published Feb 13, 2020
Let's say you were completely encapsulated in darkness; in fact, you wouldn't even have the concept of darkness. You'd have a faint sense of self, and that's about it, there'd be no notion of time, space, or anything of the like. Trapped inside your own mind, only your own thoughts to entertain yourself. Not having the faintest clue of what exists beyond the inescapable, all-encompassing darkness. A place where nothing exists except your measly fragile consciousness, the paragon of isolation, the Void. Draven has been trapped in the Void for eons and lost everything that was him. His memories, sanity, soul, everything that defined him as a person were completely and utterly erased. But suddenly, he found himself in the regular world after Alina, or the goddess of death's, soul gets trapped inside of him following her execution. Now Draven must somehow escape the gods' fury, as they've mistaken him for Alina, and survive in the unforgiving world which he has no knowledge of.
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