by A.S. Eldridge
At the edge of the universe, beyond dying galaxies and the reach of known reality, something impossible waits. The Anathema. A sovereign world born from the remnants of the Big Bang itself. A planet that exists across timelines, devours stars, and reshapes every form of life through endless cycles of death and evolution. Its oceans dissolve flesh. Its storms shred matter at the molecular level. Even gods survive there only briefly. Entire civilizations have searched for it. Most vanished without a trace. The few who returned came back broken, speaking of a blue crystalline world where reality bends, gravity lives, and death is merely another stage of adaptation. But the Anathema is growing. And somewhere deep within its living core, something ancient is beginning to awaken.
