The Abyss of Om

In a world ruled for millennia by the same King, an impenetrable Abyss exerts its influence. According to those who perceive the verses of power, magic emanates from it. The faithful, in turn, beseech it in sacred rites as to a Creator God who calls all things into being. The fearless affirm that from it poured forth the dragons of life. Yes-an unknown presence that dwells and pulses. The Abyss is the center of the world, and some say it is the world itself. It falls to those born of impulse to tread the path that unveils the weave. Not heroes-merely victims of a destiny shaped in the abyss of existence. Leonel awakens in the middle of an unfamiliar street. He is naked, vulnerable before the ground that bears his shame. Were it not for the pitch-black night and the void within his mind, he would feel even worse. Leonel remembers nothing. The only thread of reality that still sustains him is his own name. And, though he does not know it, the only entity that recognizes him is a Shadow.

*This story was originally written in Portuguese. The English version is an AI-assisted translation with my own corrections, but please keep in mind that English is not my first language. If you spot any mistakes, feel free to reach out and I'll fix them. Thanks for bearing with me.