Chapter Twenty Seven
The chapter begins with Bruno entering the frozen underground hellscape.
When I landed on the island, I started walking through the dark, icy storm until a green, raging tornado came to me. On it sat a terrifying, cursed old witch, the most horrifying thing I've ever seen. She sat on the tornado as if it had no effect on her or was under her control. She said to me, "Welcome, the new seeker to the earthly paradise of pleasures. Our new seeker, Avigio Bruno, do you know your truth? Do you know everything about yourself, or are you just another escape from reality?"
I asked her, "What do you mean, old hag?"
She replied in a hoarse voice, "You'll know when you descend to the deepest point in the darkness of truth, to the black hell."
As she said those words, everything disappeared before me—the trees, the ocean, the snow, the island, spacetime itself. Everything turned into a black void. Then she said, "Welcome to the nowhere, the void of nihilism. Here lies the truth of everything. Here, you'll find the meaning of your life and the meaning of everything, Bruno."
And then I began to fall.
It seems he's unable to continue narrating now due to the fear and anxiety that has taken hold of him.
Here is Avigio Bruno, continuing to fall into the black void that has consumed everything. There is no longer a sea, no island, not even a sky. Just absolute darkness, boundless, bottomless. For a moment, he felt as if his body had lost all weight, just a floating entity in the eternal void.
But suddenly, something new began to form before him. A point of light appeared in the distance, like a single star floating in the depths of nothingness. It exploded, and out came many white, red, and green stars, and even comets and nebulae. It became clear that it wasn't just light… but a massive scene unfolding before him—a space filled with beautiful colors.
He found himself floating before a stone staircase that extended upward, seemingly carved from white marble mixed with dark gray veins, its surface polished despite appearing ancient, as if time had left no mark on it. It had no end, ascending and ascending until it disappeared into the darkness, as if leading to the unknown.
On one side of the staircase, there was a massive black rock protruding from the void itself, like the only raft in a sea of oblivion. On its edge sat a figure covered in a white robe, its features invisible, only the pitch-black void filling the space where the face should be inside the hood. A silent entity, unmoving, not speaking, just staring into the infinite horizon before it.
And above all this, there was the planet. A massive planet suspended in the black sky, half-lit by a pale blue light, the other half submerged in darkness. From afar, its details were clear, its surface filled with a glowing network of energy, like burning eternal veins. It seemed as if it were a living entity, watching everything in terrible silence.
The space around it wasn't just blackness, but a sea filled with countless stars, points of cold light, some glowing brightly, others fading as if dying. It seemed as if time itself had stopped here, as if everything was just a surreal painting on the canvas of the limitless universe.
The scene was mesmerizing… and terrifying at the same time. A strange feeling swept over Bruno. He didn't know whether to feel awe or tranquility. But one thing was certain…
He had reached a place where humans were not meant to be.
He began to fall again, but not into the void—into this space filled with shimmering stars and vibrant colors and black holes. As he fell, he heard melodies and words coming from above the staircase. He didn't know if they were from the entity in the white robe or from space itself. As he fell, he heard:
"Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout a bitch, nigga, we worry 'bout the Change
Nigga hoppin' out the 'Rari, then I'm hoppin' in change
Thousands of bitch all on my dick, I want a name, i wanna name
She want the dick, I don't know what's happen , I just want a name, I wanna a name,
I want a name
I wanna a name
I wannaa...
Me and YoungBoy's tossing these voids, we want a name, ayy
And we wanna name."
After hearing these words, Bruno's eyes began to turn black, filled with colorful stars. He started smiling, and beautiful yet terrifying colors emerged from his mouth. He continued falling into infinity, smiling as he fell, and said, "I, too, just want a name."
Then he continued his deafening fall…
Here is Bruno, continuing to fall through the eternal void…
Now, there is no color. No feeling. Time itself has disintegrated into invisible fragments, floating among them without will. But in the midst of this nothingness, vague features began to take shape.
Something sitting in the void. No, not something—a transcendent entity, half-light, half-darkness, embodying an absolute contradiction between the divine and the demonic. It was sitting on a throne made not of stone or metal, but of a material beyond logic, from which black threads cracked and flowed like an open wound in the fabric of reality itself. Around it was filled with colorful stars, its white, naked skin glowing in this grand scene.
Its face… was beauty itself, but not the beauty humans know. Its long white hair flowed like a river of silver light, its features carved with precision like a statue polished with demonic perfection. Its eyes were closed, as if living in an eternal dream, but its faint smile told him that it saw him, that it was fully aware of his presence.
Above its head was a crown of golden rays, but it wasn't just a crown. It was a massive metal circle, like a radiant halo, with sharp spikes extending from it, like a crucified sun in the eternal void. It wasn't a halo of holiness, but a cold declaration of absolute dominance.
But the wings… those wings.
From its back extended two massive wings, dark as if cut from an endless night. The feathers weren't feathers, but an extension of the darkness itself, pulsating as if alive, moving as if the void itself was breathing. These weren't the wings of an angel or a demon. They were something else, something without a name, as if the universe had forgotten to give them an identity.
It sat on the throne, one leg over the other, its hand extended lazily, as if inviting Bruno to come closer. But coming closer wasn't a choice—it was an inevitable fate.
Beneath it, there was no throne, but an abyss.
The white rocks it sat on weren't solid stones, but gateways to nonexistence. Their cracks weren't just fissures, but openings to absolute space, where stars shone and time collapsed. The edges eroded slowly, as if absorbing themselves inward, toward something the human mind cannot comprehend.
Then she said to him in her terrifying yet beautiful voice, "You want a name, Bruno? How about the boy who killed his own mother?"
Bruno: "What are you talking about, O beautiful nightmare?"
We see in the feminine entity's eyes a flashback of Bruno as a child, pouring a mysterious liquid into his mother's drink—Gabriel's mother. She drinks it and suffers a
We see in the feminine entity's eyes a flashback of Bruno as a child, pouring a mysterious liquid into his mother's drink—Gabriel's mother. She drinks it and suffers a heart attack, dying. We can see young Bruno crying, while the older Bruno tears up and says, "This was all a nightmare, it didn't really happen." Then he falls again, disappearing into the void, and finds himself in the icy air. He then falls onto the massive beast that was in front of the witches' house, filling the entire place with blood. Finally, he and Gabriel reconcile.
Bruno: "My brother, finally."
Gabriel, confused: "Who the fuck are you?"
End of Chapter.