After that event... The world was never the same again. Economies weakened, countries tried to expand and lock themselves in like dying stars; the progress we were so proud of became only a fleeting remembrance in the memory of some grandparents. Of all the nations that managed to expand and prosper, Taured was always the quintessential hermetic country. In this place, three young friends will have to make a tough decision, after reuniting with a childhood friend who they thought had died. The towering plateau and its gods of yesteryear eagerly watch the times of change.

A journal of behind-the-scenes happenings as I actively write 'THE COMING OF THE PILGRIM.' The format will be mostly informal and not about the writing itself but the ideas, events, and works that inspire me daily. If this is something that interests you, I hope you read what I have to write and take the time to like and comment if you so choose. Thank you for reading!

Short story about troubling dreams and the downfall of civilisations of the past and future. Will the Ouroboros cycle continue?

What is that shadow looming ahead?

stories of YENOL are not made by mortal minds, but are seeped deep into mortal minds by YENOL.

I cannot forget Carcosa where black stars hang in the heavens; where the shadows of men's thoughts lengthen in the afternoon, where the twin suns sink into the lake of Hali; and my mind will bear for ever the memory of the Pallid Mask.

HAVE YOU SEEN THE YELLOW SIGN?