
by Ishan Sengupta
In a dying world swallowed by ash and silence, a lone warrior awakens among endless graves with no memory of who he is—or why he cannot die. Armed with nothing but a cursed blade and fragments of a forgotten past, he is drawn deeper into a land where the dead refuse to rest and truth hides beneath layers of decay. With every step, the line between memory and identity begins to blur, and the weight of unseen sins grows heavier. Something is waiting for him. Something tied to his existence. And as the graveyard stretches on without end, one question follows him like a shadow— What does it mean to face yourself… when you no longer know who that is?
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