kIlLaR_bEh
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You sprint down the hall, manuscript of the next big thing in hand, just as the lift doors begin to close.
Crashing into the doors, your draft explodes—pages fluttering across the marble like dying birds.
Fuck.
You slam your fist against the metal and flip off whoever didn’t bother holding the lift.
Then you freeze.
The door had opened.
And the one you just flipped off is still watching—expression unreadable, eyes quietly amused.
You step inside. Hands empty. Heart hammering.
This person could change your life.
A publisher looking for the next big novel.
A movie exec with talent for picking blockbusters.
A bored god searching for a story to build their next world.
It doesn’t matter who it is.
You have a story.
They want to hear it.
No manuscript. No second chances.
Just thirty seconds and a dream.
So... my story?
It’s about a boy who makes a desperate vow to save the girl he loves—only to follow her into a nightmare realm where memory rewrites reality and gods wear the faces of the people he failed.
The deeper he goes, the more he begins to fracture—until he’s not sure if he’s saving her, chasing her, or becoming something she’d never recognise.
A slow-burn fantasy, it’s tragic, it’s a little bit beautiful, and it asks how far you'd go for someone who might not even want to be saved.
Your turn.
The lift is moving. Floors ascending. Make it count.
Crashing into the doors, your draft explodes—pages fluttering across the marble like dying birds.
Fuck.
You slam your fist against the metal and flip off whoever didn’t bother holding the lift.
Then you freeze.
The door had opened.
And the one you just flipped off is still watching—expression unreadable, eyes quietly amused.
You step inside. Hands empty. Heart hammering.
This person could change your life.
A publisher looking for the next big novel.
A movie exec with talent for picking blockbusters.
A bored god searching for a story to build their next world.
It doesn’t matter who it is.
You have a story.
They want to hear it.
No manuscript. No second chances.
Just thirty seconds and a dream.
So... my story?
It’s about a boy who makes a desperate vow to save the girl he loves—only to follow her into a nightmare realm where memory rewrites reality and gods wear the faces of the people he failed.
The deeper he goes, the more he begins to fracture—until he’s not sure if he’s saving her, chasing her, or becoming something she’d never recognise.
A slow-burn fantasy, it’s tragic, it’s a little bit beautiful, and it asks how far you'd go for someone who might not even want to be saved.
Your turn.
The lift is moving. Floors ascending. Make it count.
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