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Unmade - A Queer Fantasy [mature]
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Ultima pubblicazione mer, apr 1, 2026
How does anyone go about reuniting what is connected and broken by something incomprehensible? When two parts of the scale are ripped away and only darkness is left behind in the ring of imbalance, whose duty is it to restore balance and bring about light? The two parts, who never once asked for such a heavy inheritance of responsibility? Those who scrapped the scale and caused the imbalance? Or no one's at all?
After all, it is easier to ignore anything when you can turn to death. Or better yet, nonexistence.
Ilysia had never known a world of quiet whenever she was around people, even in a room filled with absolute silence. Every single thought echoed into her head and forced itself into comprehension. This led her to a life of unintentional isolation. Her mother called it unknown but a blessing none the less. Ilysia knew each to be a distant lie.
What happens when she meets a mind with silent thoughts? Within a mysterious women's odd juxtapositionings, the pit of vastness Illysia had always known somehow vanish.
Kairos had never truly felt a single version of herself. A truth ever hidden behind the heir of her father's empire, the golden daughter she mimmiced, Xena Holloway, someone she was not. And yet... despite her inability to understand who she was and her own emotions, there was the ability to feel the very cores of them in everyone else's heart. It was a gift to Xena, a gift to her father. Life and leverage. To Kairos, it was a curse that stripped endlessly at her soul. Suffocating. Absolute.
Until she met a heart that bore unknown emotion, in which, for the first time, she caught a glimpse of her own heart. In a single person, she... felt alive.
The story of two souls - a strong mind and a determined heart. The tale of two women. The telling of Illysia and Xena.
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