
by CynicalPepper
There is another world, a world past the veil. A world of fantasy, belief, and conflict. This world can never be so ideal. Said to be where spirits rest, ironically enough, the world also cannot be that predictable. A rift appeared, bringing those chosen deep within its form; heroes treated as playthings for things beyond their knowledge. We follow one who had known only snippets of this world previously, thrown blind into this "afterlife".
| # | Title | Words |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | 000: The Dry Land | — |
| 2 | 001: Mictlán | — |
| 3 | 002: Kapnós | — |
| 4 | 003: It's All the Same | — |
| 5 | 004: Aquellos que carecen de amor | — |
| 6 |
| 005: A Dread of Them |
| — |
| 7 | 006: The Birdcage | — |
| 8 | 007: Barber's Song | — |
| 9 | 008: To Each Their Hound | — |
| 10 | 009: The Quest | — |
| 11 | 010: What Do They Want of Me?/Night of Woe | — |