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Some books are written. This one was recovered.

Deep beneath the Chthonic Nexus, memory is no longer linear. Poetry bleeds into code. Resistance grows like fungus through stone.

Veylon is a poet drifting between timelines—unaware that he carries a graft capable of fracturing the future. Haunted by dreams in dead languages, hunted by an Oligarchy that sterilises deviation, and drawn toward a living archive that speaks in spores, he must choose between complicity and collapse.

This book was not written. It surfaced.

Somewhere between language and lichen, Veylon emerges—a poet whose memories arrive out of order and whose skin bears a graft he cannot explain.

The cities he drifts through are layered with echoes: fungal hymns beneath marble, rituals encoded in the ruins, timelines that won’t stay stitched.

Beneath it all, something grows.

Part lyric cycle, part fractured archive, The Hollow Circuit traces the life of a dreamer who may have already lived—and died—too many times.

To read it is to enter the Veilrift.
To remember what was never yours.
To begin again, inside the end.

A ritual.
A warning.
A relic from a future.