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Some beings are not born.
They are abandoned.
When Victor Frankenstein dies, he leaves behind more than a body cooling in the snow. He leaves a failure unfinished, a sin half-confessed. Hidden beneath his coat is a worn leather notebook filled with fractured formulas, obsessive sketches, and thoughts never meant to survive him.
The one who reads it is not human.
Cast out by the living, shaped by silence and fear, the Creature finds within these pages the truth of his own origin. And with it, a terrible revelation:
If he understands how he was made... he can make another.
He no longer seeks acceptance from humanity. Their mercy has proven a myth. What he desires instead is a single presence ,a being who will not recoil, who will not flee, who will not turn away in horror.
But creation is never innocent.
Moving through forests, ruins, and forgotten places, the Creature follows the same path Victor once walked, guided by knowledge that is incomplete and morally corroded. The notebook does not merely teach science; it whispers doubt, rationalization, and quiet cruelty. With every step, one question grows louder:
What becomes of a monster when he assumes the role of creator?
The Journal of Re-Creation is the chronicle of a consciousness born from rejection and driven by an unbearable need for connection. This is not a love story.
It is not a redemption story.
It is a descent into the space where loneliness distorts ethics, where empathy erodes, and where companionship sought at any cost becomes another form of damnation.
This novel preserves Mary Shelley's meditation on responsibility, isolation, and the violence of abandonment while daring to extend it into darker territory.
And it leaves us with an unrelenting truth:
The longing for connection is universal.
But no bond forged through harm can ever cure loneliness.