Thread got deleted because of "off topic", but I am not off topic, this is a work of literature of my own and it is what I am posting.Hello there.Allow me to make a brief preface just venting and complaining.I am introducing to you the work of my life, and the only thing I am dedicated to in life; which is to say I am religiously pledged to this cause and to making this happen, and because of this vow I refuse to use my time in almost anything else, such as a real job or a normal life. So, for years I have been bringing my work to many important platforms of the internet, youtubers, many kinds of platforms and peoples, but youtubers have all denied and ignored me, and I have not seen success in these platforms, because they fundamentally fail to understand The Atemporal Epic and what it is; I have also brought it to a few literature oriented people that I know irl, and to anyone I could think of, but they also just return blank stares to me and fundamentally fail to know what it is, I am talking about literature teachers, lawyers, writers, they just don't know what to do with it and ignore me. Normies, well, I don't think I need to let you know of their reactions. Even the hyper autistic like my former irl friends have refused to engage with it.So, given my desperate circumstances, I now bring it to you, not just Atemporal but the change it is meant to bring about. I am calling for people who wish to engage seriously with the content, with me and with its ideas.I am just telling you that the world is trying its hardest to stop Atemporal from being a thing, from the fandom powers of the internet to irl high positions in literature and the like, so I come to find voices in my favor here.My gmail is timelessss.0004@gmail.com, for those who wish to follow me in my endeavor.Vaccine: My work is holy, its characters are too, so while I am bringing it to you, 4chan, I am fundamentally letting you know that Atemporal is metaphysically incapable of being desecrated by 4chan's known lustful impulses, and the usual lies it has carried out against many fandoms and stories to see these evil desires come about in an inferior and false version of reality, that being fan fic and porn, Atemporal is a work you won't be able to poison or coopt, so don't even try, because you will be burned. Seriously.So to these bad actors, Atemporal is not for you.But to anyone who wishes to follow Atemporal for the truth in it contained, you're welcome.Obviously I don't autistically say this to anyone I introduced Atemporal to, obviously, I just say it to you because of the aforementioned reasons.Lastly, Atemporal is a registered work and is protected by copyright.Okay.What is Atemporal about? Well, I'd really like to hear it from you, I'd really like you to find out on your own.The story is composed of 25 passages, but right now I am only making 15 passages available.
I got deleted because "off topic", it is not off topic, this is a work of literature in the literature board. So here I go again.
>>25574660I will post the near entirety of my work here, for all to see, until I can sway or summon those who will consistently follow me through.>THE ATEMPORAL EPIC.>BOOK 1 - THE SELENID>CHAPTER 1- UNIVERSE>FIRST PASSAGE. I.During a year of a forgotten century, inside this world whose true longevity and extension reach undiscovered boundaries, exists therein a small place lost beyond the farthest of spans and long distances, over bereft infertile land.Every day and night violently unstoppable gusts of wind come and go through there, whose screams and whispers escape their dustful mouth to an ancient lonely ruin, a ruin of heights so unheard of that they pierce the never ending skies.Something is observing this ruin in careful awe before its barriers left desolate and crumbled by time, something akin to the point of a corner: an all-covering silhouette casted above the earth; a lowly and hunched figure short in height due to its deformed spine almost sticking out of its back, sickly and fragile in aspect.The aformentioned figure possesses twosome enlongated arms, that slide down similar to unfolding strands into disproportionate clutches, long boney fingers hanging from them, next to its husk calves; sharp silvery mane mounted above a perpetually singular, weary and dreary, fallen visage, which took the shape of an inconvenient and prominent mandible.It wore a used up, aged and time worn attire; a little archaic; dirty, tossed up, poor and painted as if with a brush in monochromatic grayscales,or, to be brief... black and white, split in two by an uneven zipper.On the left upper side of this attire and the dark belt in which it ends there was located a badge of long lost and forgotten meaning, one could even say it was... meaningless. For last what is found below the belt, gray-white pants and black shoes, they were of no different condition, also stained in dust and dirt.Woe its eyes! lo its eyes! they remained somberly concealed below its lunarly hairs.Truthfully it was a peculiar spectacle, as if this whole thing were ripped right out from an ancient audiovisual material.Nevertheless, this was nothing but a man.It is not the first time he's there; before anything he witnessed and roamed its surroundings from afar, searching for refuge, vigilant in case someone else thought of drawing near, until he finally decided to settle it. And for the time he already had a few weeks behind him sleeping inside.The young male sat down with tranquility, since there was not a thing such as this silence where he hailed from, and how beautiful it was, cushioning the mind like a pillow.
>>25574679>FIRST PASSAGE. I. (END)Cushioned the mind, at least, until something stopped, wobbled and pressed against him for an uncomfortable second similarly to a forceful pastry. He turned his head around to find out what it was...Yea, irony did not make itself wait: it turned out, indeed, that it didn't occur just to him the marvelous idea entailing settling in this lonely ruin for shelter; as it is with all good things below the heavens, rarely there's only one person wishing for them.
>>25574685>SECOND PASSAGE. II. ENCOUNTER'Twas a girl, aye, a femaleThe previous silence was nothing more than noise compared to this one; it was another entire kind of silence, a profound and smothering silence comparable only to the bottom of the whole of the world's oceans. And solely that reigned while the pair's eyes ran through and stuck into the other in such a steamrolling manner... that it rubbed closely to the uncanny; it couldn't even be said that each one of them was staring into a person, but deep down into the unknown.Not their hearts nor their lungs emitted a single sound.However, that ethereal moment zapped away through the same force it struck them with.(Here the constructive advice of that one anon rings true, the story's writing enjoyed considerable help of videogame OSTs. I don't know how to compose music myself, however.)Musical note: https://youtu.be/evxgxtfc4Ow [Embed]>—"What jumpscares and creeps... move." —That was the first thing uttered by the girl after a drawn-out and tired yawn.The boy gazed upon her bottom to top, wiggling his sight through her forms until reaching her own visage yet again, taken aback by her comment and order.>—"Do yourself a favor and step aside, I shall not move you myself."—Insisted the girl, yet the little boy before her continued to be without response.>—"I have commanded you to get out of my way, or is it that you lack ear canals?"—Saith she in this insolent and offensive way, taking closer inspection onto her opposite from her superior height.>—"Art thou a person even? What in the world are you? Your head resembles a pincer... I'll dub thee Pincers."—Once more the boy did not answer to her verbal pushing; and she is not aware she will have to get used to it.He began to shake visibly in his place, breathing in an ever increasing agitated and heavier way.She, on the other hand, was overcome with frustration; no matter how intently she attempted to obtain a query out of him, he continued to stretch out their situation, or so it appeared to her.>—"Hath you beheld a ghastly apparition from beyond? TIS I, THE GREAT DESCENDANT OF A LONG LINE OF WIZARDS WHOSE POWERS KNEW NO BOUNDS! DO AS I SAY OR ELSE!"—She lunged to threaten him, pointing at him with a plastic toy wand of flickering light action, akin to those found at street stalls.
>>25574696>II. ENCOUNTER (cont)Musical note: https://youtu.be/evxgxtfc4OwAnd the boy, by reflex, lowered his head without hesitation to catch and protect it, by means of his elongated arms, shaking and trembling in his spot.Lo, this... girl, held an untidy appearance: first and foremost, two large, doozy and spellbound eyes for face, elixir blue colored pupils graciously placed inside of them. She was tall of height, taller than the average lad or lass, and therefore taller by far than the boy; he couldn't even reach up to her waist, or less.She was in a healthy and full shape, for a wanderer, dressed in an old and incomplete dark blue, quite similar to a mage, befitting to her size and frame; her sleeves were not this way, for they were ended beyond her hands and covered them fully.Her legs were strong! They were wholly bare and uncovered.... below her knees, because the tunic's nether half was missing, she could only manage to equip her feet with pointy and silky footwear that was something betwēonum mage loafers and mage heels, which were equal in color to the dark blue of her abdomen and sleeves.Without any shadow of a doubt, what exceptionally stood out of her, was her disorderly and long downstream mane, of a pastel aqua blue hue, which was bedecked with multiple magenta red pointy tips; paramount among them is the crown jewel, that is a grand tress flowing out of her back which ended in the most enormous red tip of her whole hairset.Finally the hat of a witch, which dwarfed the head sporting it, same in hue to her tunic and decorated with five-point star shapes shaded in light red and light blue.
