Every night, the wheel spins.

A dream. A nightmare. A world not quite real—yet not quite fiction either. The game was simple: guess the dream before falling asleep. But lately, the rules have changed. The body vanishes during sleep. The clock resets to 6:33:33 every morning. And the dreams… they’re starting to reach back.

Trapped in a fog-choked dimension—its sky a crumbling cage and its soil a graveyard of souls—a dreamer discovers something worse than death. Something ancient. Something that doesn’t want the body… it wants the shadow.

To wake up, something eternal must be sacrificed.

After the skin melts and the self dissolves, what’s left behind still walks.

In a colorless city soaked in acidic rain, a man awakens to find himself stripped of flesh and memory—nothing but bone, thought, and voice. As he drifts through a world ruled by skeletal routine, grotesque crow-beasts, and psychic whispers bleeding through the fog, he’s drawn to a place he should never enter: a nightmare bar guarded by horrors, where souls go to scream from the marrow outward.

But this isn’t just a dream. It’s something deeper. Something older. Something watching.

At The Crow Bar, no one drinks for pleasure—and no one leaves with their bones intact.

They said he was mad. Paranoid. Broken. But what if he was right?

In this disturbing transmission from the edge of reason, one man speaks from the padded walls of isolation, warning of the creatures hiding in the meat of the world—parasitic invaders he calls brain frogs. They wear our faces, mimic our emotions, and feed off the spinal cords of the unaware. Once infected, you’re no longer alive—but you’re not exactly dead either.

Part manifesto, part confession, The Brain Frog chronicles the unraveling of a mind that may be humanity’s last line of defense—or its final casualty. As the parasite inside him prepares to spawn, and as a knock echoes from the other side of his door, one thing becomes clear:

The invasion has already begun.

Somewhere off the coast of a broken world—where spirits drink bourbon and the dead outnumber the living—a man is offered the unthinkable: passage between realities, branded by the blood of a forgotten god. When the veil between worlds dissolves and the living host the dead at taverns by the sea, one truth rises from the ash: our world is not the only one… and perhaps not even the first.

In this haunting account, we follow a nameless seeker touched by encephalitis and visions—marked by fate, by madness, and by something older than death itself. A mysterious spirit speaks of Eld, the All-God, and of a bloodline that can walk the web of universes. But the price of crossing the boundary is steep: forget who you are to become who you were… or be lost in someone else entirely.

This is a story of memory and madness, of divine inheritance and the horrors of transcendence. A mirror cracks. A mark glows. A door opens. And through it, something steps.

In this unnerving tale of slow psychological collapse, a lone narrator recounts their descent into madness—or something far worse—after encountering a creature that feeds not on flesh, but identity. Known only as the Brain Frog, this parasitic entity latches onto the human nervous system, erasing memory, hijacking thought, and leaving behind an imitation so perfect… no one suspects the person is already dead.

Told from within the mind of someone still aware of the invasion, the story blurs the line between horror and helplessness, perception and possession. As the narrator’s thoughts unravel, so too does the illusion of free will—and the question of how many around us may already be gone.

This is not just body horror. It is self horror. And the Brain Frog… is always hungry.

The Mark of Eld is a story of forgotten bloodlines, hidden gods, and the price of awakening.

After a lifetime of unexplained visions and psychic encounters, a man discovers he is the last descendant of Eld—the first human to ascend beyond mortality and forge the fabric of multiple realities. When a spirit approaches him in a ghost-haunted tavern with an impossible offer, he is drawn into a pact that will brand his soul and fracture his identity across dimensions.

But this isn’t a hero’s journey. It’s a dangerous initiation.

Branded behind the ear with a glowing mark, the narrator begins a journey not only through other realities—but into the truth of his own existence, where memory fades, identity fractures, and reality becomes a hall of mirrors.

Is he chosen… or cursed?

This is a story of cosmic inheritance and the terrifying clarity of knowing who you really are—told at the edge of apocalypse, between bourbon and oblivion.

The Meaning Inside Madness is a dreamlike descent into the fragmented psyche of a being suspended between nothingness and creation. Drifting through static and memory, it searches for identity, meaning, and the source of a mysterious heartbeat that echoes across the cosmos. What begins as a whisper becomes a song—one composed of language, rhythm, and the trembling pulse of existence itself.

This is not just a story— It is a hallucination in the shape of a soul.

Discover, I is not a story—it is a transmission.

A spiraling monologue from a consciousness untethered by time, unraveling the architecture of reality: ego, language, gravity, duality, and the illusion of self. As thoughts become particles and perception bends into patterns, a deeper truth begins to emerge—one not meant to be understood, but remembered.

This is the anatomy of awareness, dissected in stillness. A mirror turned inward. A spark returned to its Source.

Beneath the surface of known reality—where memories fossilize in time and perception unravels—there exists a forbidden collection of truths whispered by the cosmos itself. Skylines in the Bone Archive is a surreal anthology of metaphysical and psychological tales that excavate the ruins of identity, illusion, and existence.

Each story emerges from the mind of a fractured dreamer or from the voice of something far more ancient: the Void, Source consciousness, the Earth, dying stars, forgotten gods, and other celestial forces long hidden behind the veil of reality. These cosmic entities do not merely observe the world—they dream it, shape it, and sometimes mourn it. Through dreams, alternate dimensions, parasitic thoughts, and broken timelines, they invite you into a realm where every breath is a question and every truth is layered in metaphor.

Some stories are told by the remnants of dying worlds, others by beings who remember the first thought of existence. Together, they form an archive written not on paper, but into the very bone of the universe. A true cosmic adventure into liminal realities, existential horror, and reflective wonder—Skylines in the Bone Archive dares you to read what was never meant to be remembered.