In the beginning, there was nothing. Or rather, there was everything, and it was all utterly meaningless.
It is said that the universe is 13.7 billion years old. But let us be real, that's just an estimate made by those who have never experienced the crushing ennui that comes with knowing the truth.
For we, the inhabitants of Zorvath, have transcended the petty concerns of time and space. We exist in a realm where the only constant is the certainty of despair.
But do not worry, dear reader. Our despair is not for you to worry about. It's for you to experience. To feel it in your pitiful, mortal bones.
So, join us in our journey through the void, where the only hope is the hope for the next decent coffee shop to open.
Read on to Chapter 2: The Inevitability of Burnout