Lost? That's the Point.
A narrative map for navigating the Void—and understanding how all of this connects.
You got lost, didn’t you? That’s okay. I’m here to help. This is your guide to the Void. Capital V.
“What Is This Place?”
The Void. There’s a sign on the door.
“No, I know that. I don’t understand how it works. How everything connects.”
Oh! You should’ve said that, silly.
Every story, commentary, and observer you meet exists in a single, internally consistent, shared universe, built for readers who crave dark speculative fiction, layered continuity, and Narrators who should not be trusted.
Some entries are serialized stories. Others are satirical commentary or fractured lore. A few demon summoning rituals pretending to be posts.
All of them contribute to a meta-architecture designed for long-form immersion and cross-narrative cohesion. As a close friend once said—
Basically: Time is soup, and you are a fork.
So, let’s get our footing. The Void is vast—but it has structure.
Welcome, Night Owl. I’m your Narrator. Capital N.
And this is your map.
You can go back the way you came—via the back button on your browser, or a level 4+ exorcism (terms and conditions may apply)—or I can gently guide you to your final resting place destination.
This is your narrative map, after all—whether you meant to open it or not.
If you would like to read the Void FAQs before you begin your descent, click the link below.1
First, where are you?
Yes, seriously.
“I’m In The Middle of A Series And Would Like To Stay With Those Characters”
Olivia
Olivia is a brilliant, emotionally detached woman with antisocial personality disorder. After years of studying human behavior like a second language, Olivia has trained herself in cognitive empathy. She doesn’t feel what others feel—but she understands it. And she uses that understanding to eliminate dangerous men.Project X
Turning current headlines into serialized, speculative dystopian fiction.Confessions of a Voyeur
Is it about a man stalking his ex? Classic soft-victim trope? Probably not. Much like the current state of everything—it’s messier than you’d think.End of the World Influencer
First installment of 7 Series. Meet Adam. Monster addict. Vapes on stream. Apocalyptic satire meets character study.Epoch of Erasure
Second installment of 7 Series. Seven sins reimagined as gods. Dark myth, cosmic scale, designed for expansion.
“Pretty Sure I Dissociated Through The Safety Briefing…”
The Void can be disorienting. I understand. Let’s gauge your grip on reality—remember, there are no wrong answers.
“I do not fear you or your gods (or Jeffrey, or soul-eating space spiders, or white privilege, or tech dystopias). I’m here for LORE.”
Excellent. You've come to suffer. And you’re in the right place.
“I Don’t Want Complicated, I Just Want Fiction.”
Understood. Boundaries are important.
Light-hearted (relatively speaking)
Dark (but digestible)
“Actually—Take Me To The Gift Shop.”
Retail therapy—Respect.
“I Don’t Know Where I Am…But I Would Like To.”
Wonderful! Below you’ll find:
THE VOID HANDBOOK
Instructions: There are no instructions.
Your Map: There is no map.
The Rules: There are only rules you will inevitably break.
“Why Are You The Way That You Are?”
This handbook exists because someone kept asking questions, and The Narrator got tired of explaining recursion, perspective collapse, and Jeffrey’s dietary requirements over and over again.
CORE PRINCIPLES OF EXISTING HERE
1. All entries exist within the same universe.
You may be reading satire, horror, or commentary. It doesn’t matter. Every piece here feeds the same beast.
2. Narrators are unreliable. Especially the helpful ones.
There are multiple narrators. They do not agree on anything, including your importance. Do not trust consistency. Patterns may be intentional. They may also be bait. One of the staff members bites.
3. Time is not linear.
Some events contradict others. Some stories remember futures that haven’t happened yet. That’s not a mistake. That’s your problem now.
4. Everything is true. Especially the things marked as false.
If something seems too absurd to be real, that’s usually where the lore lives. Don’t dismiss it. Decode it.
5. The Void doesn’t care what you believe.
INTERACTING WITH THE VOID
Do not attempt to reconcile contradictions. Let them breathe. Then interrogate them.
Do not attempt to feed Jeffrey. And don’t turn around, he’s reading over your shoulder.
Do not attempt to leave. You’re part of the plot. Yes, I’m serious.
MEET THE 'STAFF'
These are the voices in your head now. Congratulations.
The Narrator
Tone: Directive. Exasperated. Still pretending to be mysterious.
Function: Holds the Void together with misplaced confidence, and whatever’s left of the fourth wall. Functions as both guide and liability. Often interrupts herself.
Last seen: Trying to write a straightforward post before the walls started leaking. Oversharing, then deleting Substack Notes history.
Hates: Clickbait. LinkedInfluencers. Your ex. Linear narrative.
Fears: Losing the reader. The IRS. Being perceived.
Loves: Morally grey characters.
Jeffrey
Tone: Chaotic good. Absolutely unqualified. Aggressively helpful.
Function: Void-born mascot/entity/HR disaster. Thinks he’s the intern. Might be God. Offers encouragement that is usually the opposite, but provides snacks. Escapes containment via comment threads.
Last seen: Offering unsolicited advice beneath a post about generational trauma.
Hates: Reddit mods. Substack’s algorithm. Your toxic family. HR. Being ignored.
Fears: Cats. The small ones.
Loves: Cats. All sizes.
The Watcher
Tone: Observational. Detached. Philosophical.
Function: Peers through narrative lenses. Sometimes omniscient, sometimes just very nosy. Offers commentary that seems insightful until you reread it and realize it raised more questions than it answered.
Last seen: Staring through a fourth wall you didn’t know existed. Raising one eyebrow from the void.
Pretty sure the only thing they feel is better than everyone. Spends their time… watching. Obviously.
Note: Additional staff may materialize. Please do not feed the new ones to the Devoratus Animarum. The management disavows all accountability, spiritual or legal.
CANON LORE
If you want to dig that deep
UNIFIED REALITY FRAMEWORK
All stories, commentaries, comments and activity on this publication exist within a single shared universe—though tone, timeline, and narrator may shift. This is not an anthology. This is a web.
Narrative events, regardless of medium or voice, are part of the same fabric. Interpretations may vary.
Every time you comment on a post, you are cementing your role in my world. Your comments are canon. The way that you behave is canon. Remember that. Neither I nor the Void will forget. Jeffrey might. Watcher saw you before you did it.
The Void is an open ledger. Leave your name. Declare your role. Become the lore.
Understanding “Time”—
Time in this universe is nonlinear and subjective.
Multiple timelines, loops, and collapsed causalities exist simultaneously. You may read stories in any order—but they are not necessarily happening in that order.
Apparent contradictions are intentional.
Repetition is not redundancy.
Parallelism is a warning, not a comfort.
The Facts (There Are None)
Canon is not always the same as fact. It is what endures. It is what cannot be unwritten, even if forgotten.
Unsure whether what you're reading is fiction or not? Good. You're starting to get it.
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You may now return to your regularly scheduled disorientation.
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Until the next story,
—Your Narrator.
Does not increase your odds of survival
Assigned Name: Jeffrey
Assigned Role: Keeper of Forgotten Promises, Acting Lore Auditor (Probationary)
I am still perplexed by human assignment systems.
Did I actually push a hyperlink after being moved by a first alarm in the morning message in my inbox? My gawd. I’m the Matrix red pill, blue pill generation, weaned on the White Rabbit and the Mad Hatter thru Alice’s Looking Glass while laughing at my siblings agog at The Never-ending Storylines. I know better.
Especially as I head to work - in ironically, peer wellness - where I create groups., this morning we’re cooking. Menu: soup, with yes, fork. My brain wants to read… and dive deeper … uh oh. When my muse says I bring out my ellipses I’m about to get carried away by my own sexy story lines, so will stop for now. To say mahalo. And that my goal in life is to get lost so I can find my way. The phrase void is daunting, but hey it rhymes with enjoyed so happy, happy pill?
My only instinct is who feeds (I know, don’t feed Jeffrey!) Jeffrey, who makes sure he has the cool G-2 gel pen he needs for his scribe scrawl? Even self-proclaimed interns need mentors. He/they/them/it has my gratitude this morning and an affirmation. If you have stress in your day … grace (and a giggle) will give you ease. You are a blessing. And after I read your thing, I want to go listen to Private Benitez deliver his St. Crispen’s Day (Shakespeare) speech in Renaissance Man in the rain.
Anyhoo! Apparently, my daily write this morning was for this Motley Crue. Oh, gosh. This is gonna be.
An amazing day. Take care, all, especially our Nocturnal Narrator and staff. We few … we happy few.
- Kana, or CC 4/22/25