The sky did not fall, it sighed. A long, low exhale, like the world itself had finally grown tired of pretending.

While the world panicked at the light breaking through the clouds, Nyx stood still, unmoving, listening. Where others saw chaos, she heard silence. And in that silence, something came.

The orb descended, not crashing, not burning, but gliding. Peaceful. Purposeful.

She didn't run.
She knew.

Somewhere deep inside, she had always known, this was for her.

Apparently, Where The End Found Its Beginning isn't "marketable" enough.


Not "engaging," too "draggy," characters not "distinct," and the plot? "Too hard to follow."


Because I didn't write this to hold anyone's hand through a world that demands more than just pretty faces and recycled tropes. I didn't create Nyxen to be another cardboard AI, and I didn't build this story to chase coins and contracts. I built it because I had something to say, something raw, something different, something real.


And if that's too much for the box they want me in? Then I'll break the box.


I'm not here to spoon-feed clichés or throw in an overpowered CEO just to make things "click." I'm not writing a story you've read a thousand times. I'm writing mine.


This is for readers who can feel the ache in silence, who crave the slow burn, the emotional wreckage, and the power of something genuinely different.


To whoever said this story won't make it:


I'm here for the one person out there who reads this and whispers,


 "Finally, something that speaks to me."


Chapter 17 - Author's Update