On Living Feet, On Dead Soil

Ah, yes. The timeless questions about mortality and death.

You have long been interested in existential questions, which in turn, gave you existential dread. This was a recurring pattern that left your guardians, your sisters and friends looking at you very disturbed and confused but nonetheless very supportive. You indulge yourself in these questions, wanting to know more what happens to life after death, and if there is indeed a life after death. Or if people just ... cease to exist.

You often read up on myths and stories and literatures regarding the exploration of the afterlife and the underworld. Travel to the underworld, descriptions of what it might look like, the works. One of your current favorites is The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri, but more specifically; the first half of the trilogy entitled the The Inferno. The other is the Greek myth of Orpheus and Eurydice.

Morbid and macabre as it is, according to one of your sisters, all is well.

Until you find yourself in the dark woods with essentially no memory of what just happened before you got transported here.

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I know I am terribly late, but if you knew me personally, I adore classical literature and existential questions. So it happens, a dear friend introduced me to OTGW. I adored the series and all of my friends in Discord collectively watch me tweak out when I realized what the show was alluding to. That was an experience; and at 2am, no less. An experience I never forgot, and an experience that led me to the creation of this book.

This would be the very first time I'd be tackling the task of writing in existential themes. Also, I would like to say that Reader here is a female and has a name, but it's a temporary name; which means your name is still canon in this book! You're just ... well, you shall see when you read it! :DD