When a story is left "masterless" and cast away by the world, where does it truly go?

In the original script of Hymn of the Silver Ashes, Daven and his companions succesfully defeated the Undead Legion and earned that so called "Happy Ending" in the end of story. But the paper ran out before the story could be finished; the story lost its "Original Author" while the Epilogue only halfway done, leaving nothing but a hollow trail between the fading ink. 

To the world, this is just another forgotten draft. A tale that never had the chance to be found by the world. But for those who live in every word carved by ink, it's the beginning of a living nightmare. The story has fallen into The Blind Spot of Hiraeth, a sancturay for tales the world no longer whispers. 

Arvian Mahija, a soul from Earth, awakens in the body of Soren Remini. In the original story, Soren Remini is just a mere match-seller with a single dialogue line. He should have died in the blizzard while escaping from the pursuit of the Undead. Yet, against all logic, he wakes up in the epilogue of the story. Even though he didn't remember the reason, but he knows that this story was being devoured from within. While he was still wondering, a notification appeared in front of him. 

[A new chapter has been succesfully added : The Flame That Refuses To Die]

What do you think really happens to a story when the author can no longer hold the pen?


Is the story considered "finished"? Or rather, does it become just another directionless narrative that drifts endlessly?


Hymn of the Silver Ashes. The title of a draft masterpiece, that no longer has its master. Blood, silver armor and soul-wrenching anguish; about Daven Leonor, the Leader of the Hero Faction from Barringtonia Kingdom, and his companions that fought against the Undead Legion. However, the ink ran dry before its time. This script lost its "Original Author" when the epilogue remains unfinished, leaving a gaping hole in the middle of the unresolved sentences.


This universe whose story has not yet finished, gets dragged into the deepest blind spot of void. 


The Blind Spot of Hiraeth, the sanctuary for stories that the world no longer considers. Every story which was never whispered, entered into this place without any exception. What awaits this story is endless darkness with no end in sight. A congregation of inked entities that are hungry for ink that has not yet dried on paper, their scent akin to blood spilled on the vacant canvas. Their hands start to claw at every word, changing the essence of a story that should have had a so called "happy ending". Their eyes traced the prose sharply, along with the forced screech of the ink named "fate". 


["Hymn of the Silver Ashes" story has been detected]


[Imaginary Oracle Collective repudiates "The End"]


[Starting the Subsequent Editing process : 1.19%]


Chapter 1 - Prologue : Between Paper and Ink