Esrafil's trumpet hath rung. In three months, a world will end. A world subject to the throes of nature and chance. A world where for a moment you see the sun draw curtains through leaves, and for a moment you laugh together at a dumb joke, and for a moment you see her blush, and never again, never in the same way.
But there is another way. Indeed, man has snatched eternity from God's grimy hands. This is the next stage of human evolution; an existence unburdened by fleeting moments.
ཐི𝔦ཋྀ Faced with the choice of this afterlife, Nita and Galia grapple with love and change. One girl attracted to the immovable gravity of the future and another stuck in the tempting inertia of the past.
ཐི𝔦ཋྀ Many decades later, in the fungal mass that remains of the world, a lonely girl searches for a companion. Wronged by the world and writhing in her unconsented involvement with life itself, she believes that what is needed to mend her is someone who shares her condition.
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