03/07/2026
Self-editing: done. And then I added a whole new chapter, because apparently I hate sleep and love suffering in roughly equal measure.
So I did the only reasonable thing a person can do at that hour. I got up and danced. Badly. With the full commitment of a Gen X author whose spirit remembers every move and whose body negotiates each one separately. The knees filed a complaint. I filed it under ignored.
This is what winning looks like down here. No confetti, no corporate bonus, no HR email saying good job. Just one more chapter wrestled onto the page and a man moving like the rent is finally paid.
If you want to watch a whole city get built one stubborn chapter at a time, join the rebellion. Lore, updates, and the occasional crime against choreography, straight out of Nu Metro. The system is never on your side. The group chat is.
AFTERMATH. Book one, coming soon.