This simulates a glitchy phase-in - like reality stuttering before it accepts what it's seeing. Want to add a sound burst or an audio glitch alongside it?
Book Six: The Angst of Amatrix is a portrait of confinement, grief, and descent. Trapped within an eternal prison of stone and silence, Amatrix spirals inward, her rage no longer aimed outward but turned against the walls of her own mind.
Through poetic fragments and searing monologues, she relives her atrocities - not as regrets, but as memories etched into her identity. Her past is a kaleidoscope of blood and fire: the lovers she ended, the children she silenced, the planets she stripped of breath. But above all, she mourns Lyrax - her dark twin, her perfect mirror, the only being who ever touched her chaos without flinching.
His absence is a rot that spreads. His death, the great severing.
The prison does not merely contain her; it communes with her. It pulls at her nerves with an invisible rhythm, peeling away layers of control. She speaks in fragments - love turned to fury, memory twisted by hunger. Her laments ripple outward, laced with hidden codes and fractured prayers, seeking something in the void she cannot name. She is frost and flame, a relic of ruin who cannot die and refuses to forget.
This is not a redemption arc.
This is her requiem, echoing through the silence, whispering to those who still listen: rage survives.
- Faint. Edged in static
- I am the echo that no longer returns
- I want someone to talk to
- Memory lies
- I try not to scream
- Not while I still had hands to kill with and a lover to savour
- I think I’ve become the thing that haunted my sleep in the days before we met
- I will come like disease
- They say your name like a curse
- The Pulse Beneath the Floor
- Operation Cold Ember - Photon Blink Deployment