ongoingArriving in a new world where the steam industry is booming, inheriting a three‑story apartment on the capital’s main square, carrying someone else’s cat, listening to the murmurs at the edge of my ear, I set out to witness this mysterious and bizarre age. The epic of the Sixth Era is about to begin; behind the curtain, the chosen ones will step into legend. Ancient gods, relics, steam, witches, detectives, primordial mysteries, the radiant glow of the era… “Do you want to play a hand of the Rode Card?” Time etches the moments, the silver moon shines on the shadows. I will compose the legend for you, you will whisper verses to me. (There is also an older novel, five million words completed, updated twice a day without fail. 6:50 am and 5:50 pm, Salted Fish production.)