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Ongoing, First published Sep 07
Mature
Book Description

"We called it the Year of the Fading Sun, but I think the world died long before that." A blood-orange disk sagged behind skeletal towers, casting elongated shadows across the barren landscape as the last warmth faded away, leaving an eerie stillness in its wake.

In the ruins of a world undone by its own arrogance, one lone voice endures - a survivor wandering through the ashes of forgotten cities, keeping a journal to remember what others have already lost. The days are long, the nights colder still, and somewhere beyond the veil of silence, the wolves follow.

Through fragmented entries, The Year After: Or an Exploration of the World of Fools traces the quiet unraveling of memory, myth, and humanity itself. It is the story of a traveler burdened by questions that have no answers:

* Why did the sun fade, and when did hope die with it?
* Are the wolves merely scavengers... or guides to something beyond?
* And in the aftermath of mankind's folly, what does it mean to remain human at all?

Part memoir, part elegy, this journal becomes a mirror of a dying world - a meditation on survival, inheritance, and the fragile boundaries between life and death. In the silence between entries, the reader is left to wonder:
Is this the end...
...or the beginning of something far older than humanity itself?
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