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This story isn't planned. It isn't intense in action or adventure. It isn't real.

This is just a dream I had once in my darkest times.

A short story with Ravens and a man in black clad. Said to be a danger, yet a comfort to the darkest corners of my mind.

Sometimes just a word or sentence said by somebody holds unbelievable value in your life but what if till the point that they turn into nightmares?People might think I have gone crazy or lost my mind but I know it's not true because the dreams of the people who once lived whisper to me every night about 'The Dreams of The Dead'​​​​​​​

Some thoughts.

Cthulhu Mythos poem.

"Introduction"

In the shadowed recesses of the human experience, where the cacophony of raw emotion meets the silence of existential dread, there lies a realm that music dares to tread—a realm where the visceral intensity of Death Metal, the mechanized heartbeat of Industrial Metal, the haunting depths of Black and Doom Metal, and the aggressive velocity of Thrash Metal converge. It is from this dark confluence that "Darkbloom" emerges, a collection of poems that seeks to capture the essence of these powerful musical forces and channel their unrelenting energy into the written word.

This anthology is not merely an homage to the genres that inspire it; it is a pilgrimage through the labyrinthine corridors of the psyche, a descent into the abyss where light is devoured by shadow and where the soul is laid bare, screaming and triumphant. Each poem within these pages is a ritual, an incantation spun from the threads of the most primal human emotions—rage, despair, longing, and the lust for transcendence.

"Darkbloom" is a testament to the beauty found in darkness, the order in chaos, and the harmony in dissonance. It is a journey through the night that promises no dawn, yet offers glimpses of an otherworldly luminescence that can only be perceived by those who dare to look beyond the veil of the mundane.

The verses contained herein are not for the faint of heart. They are the screams of the damned, the whispers of the forgotten, and the battle cries of the defiant. Each line is a scar etched upon the parchment by the clawed hand of introspection, each stanza a chapter in the saga of the human condition.

As you immerse yourself in "Darkbloom," let the darkness envelop you like a shroud. Feel the pulse of the double bass, the screech of the guitar, the guttural growls, and the piercing screams as they resonate within the chambers of your soul. Allow the industrial hammering to become your heartbeat, the doleful melodies your breath, and the searing lyrics your guiding light through the uncharted territories of your own depths.

Welcome to "Darkbloom," where the petals of beauty unfurl in the night, and the thorns of truth pierce the veil of illusion. Here, in the confluence of metal and verse, find the courage to confront the darkness and the strength to let it transform you.

it all started with the shocking arrest of Department H agent, Storm 01, accused of the ruthless murder of two of the most important figures in the planet of Winter Weir.

However, things took an unexpected turn as Storm 01 managed to escape captivity just as he faces the impending doom of a death sentence.

Armed with his extraordinary powers, Storm 01 ventures into the realms of time, finding himself transported back to a pivotal period in his life - a few hours before his affiliation with Department H.

Will he be able to unravel the web of deception and unveil the real culprit behind the heinous crimes? Or is there a deeper secret waiting to be discovered?

Cthulhu Mythos poem.

Some thoughts.

Cthulhu Mythos poem.

Cthulhu Mythos poem.

A dream I had.