by Mistbound
TRANSCRIPTION HAS NOT CONCLUDED - BUT CANNOT PROCEED. ******** HAS BEGUN TO INTERFERE WITH THE ACT OF RECORDING. CONTINUATION WILL RESUME WHEN THE INTERFERENCE SUBSIDES. BENEATH THE END This is not a story. It is a record. A collection of fragments taken from the first moments. When the world began to take shape. When laws loosened, sequences misfired and what should have remained stable bent under unseen pressure. The scribe records only what unfolded Beneath the End. These fragments are incomplete. They are all that could still be written. Fragment one - Life and Death Life has watched the rise and fall of countless worlds. Curious, or perhaps restless, Life stepped into the mortal realms, choosing to walk among mortals rather than remain distant from them. Observing the beautiful chaos of their existence. Watching without interference. Until a girl named Lia. She is loud where Life is silent. Messy where Life is infinite. Alive in a way that refuses to be ignored. When Death itself descends, to uncover why Life still walks among mortals, Death too becomes entangled with a mortal of its own. Two great forces older than creation. Both drawn toward the fragile beings they were never meant to keep.
