Mirage Winter. Second Clause, current act.

A Relic Hunter's life is harsh — and often short — in the shattered lands of the Frontier. But when Whitelight reemerges, a legendary blade capable of separating anything the user wills it to cut, a newly formed unit organized of Hunter's both young and old (and sediment based, in a particular case) vow to stop it from falling into cruel hands. Standing against them is the Frontier itself: the unbridled wrath of global federations, fellow Hunters, and those who lurk in the shadows of giants.

As the world races to unravel a history desperately concealed, a semi-sapient rock soon realizes that some things are better off dead and buried — especially when those secrets carry an insidious corruption with no cure.

Iteration: Mirror-glass Stars in Iron Oceans. First Clause.

A soul wakes up as a rock, clinging to fragmented memories and knowledge of another era. What fate awaits such a creature?

No, this isn't satire. Yes, I am dumb enough to try to take this seriously.

Updates Wednesday, Friday with a variable amount of chapters.

This story is not recommended for the easily disturbed. This is your only warning.