Idk yet

Life was never fragile.
It was always temporary.

Cities rise believing they are permanent. People move through their days convinced they matter. Systems hum, lights stay on, and the world pretends it is stable.

Then something begins to move.

Not a man. Not a monster.
Something older than fear and colder than reason.

There are no rules to break. No mercy to beg for. No escape to be earned. Only inevitability; slow, deliberate, absolute.

As bodies fall and systems collapse, humanity searches desperately for meaning, for a name, for something to blame.

They will not find it.

This is not a story about survival.
This is a story about what happens when the world realizes it was never in control.

I am not coming.
I am already here.