The Sunless Moon
Noah was born into a family of wealth, privilege, and power. A Family that claimed to love him.
A Family that claimed to protect him. A family that, when he spoke of the dreams—the strange, impossible dreams of another world—called him Sick. Delusional.
They swore it was for his own good when they locked him away. They swore it was to keep him safe when they silenced him, drugged him, tortured him.
But Noah remembers.
Even as the days slip through his fingers. Even as his memories blur, as faces become strangers, as reality itself warps around him. He remembers the golden light, the endless sky, the feeling that somewhere—somewhere—he once belonged.
And when the last of his past begins to slip from his grasp, when he can no longer tell what is real and what is false, he clings to the only thing that still burns inside him.
Rage.
Not the reckless kind, not the kind that screams and lashes out, it’s quieter, sharper, more patient. They took everything from him. His freedom. His mind. His very name. So he will take his time. He will rise, sharpen himself into something undeniable, something they cannot ignore, cannot deny, cannot forget.
He will make them regret locking him away.
Because in a world of power and ability, strength is everything. And Noah, Noah will become unstoppable.
Only then will he return. Only then will he take back what was stolen. Only then will he burn their perfect world to the ground.
But is that truly all there is to Noah? Who knows.
