What is madness but the moment the universe decides to pay attention to you?
It is the moment you understand that the walls you built around yourself were never walls at all-only curtains, thin and frayed, and something has been watching through them the entire time. It is the moment you realize that the voice in your head was never entirely yours, that the thoughts you called your own were borrowed, rehearsed, practiced in a mouth that was never quite your own.
Ten stories of cosmic horror. A man hollowed by a being that finds him interesting-until it doesn't. A missing zero that kills billions. A ship full of the dead, and the dead are not done speaking.
Madness is not the breaking of the mind.
Madness is the moment you realize the mind was never the thing that held you together-only the thing that kept you from noticing how thin the walls really were.