He's been "awake" for years. He just hasn't been alive. Every morning, the trumpet sounds. Mr. Edmund brushes his teeth, puts on his uniform like a ceremonial robe, follows the same worn marks on the floor, and boards the bus to the factory. At night, he sits before the TV king who assures him everything is fine, while the court jester performs the same joke and smashes the same pie into his own face. Then he sleeps, and the trumpet sounds again. He feels no pain. He feels nothing at all. It took him years of discipline to get it this perfect. Then, one dark morning, he bumps into someone he never expected to see again. One look. One word. And the routine begins to crack, letting in everything he worked so hard to forget: memory, shame, desire, rage. And a question that won't let go: who has been playing this part, and who wrote the script? Morfina, Part I is a dark, surreal descent into numbness, routine, and the terrifying moment you start to feel again. Part existential fable, part psychological horror, with a creeping cosmic dread at the edges. Here clocks are gods, the evening news is a royal court, commuters are sheep, and the bus ride home may not be going home at all. A short, immersive read you can finish in one sitting. Part I ends on a cliffhanger. Perfect for readers who love: Dark literary fiction about alienation and the grind of modern life Surreal, allegorical storytelling with a bitter sense of humor Cosmic-horror atmosphere and psychological unease Stories that leave you needing the next part Content note: contains mature themes including depression, suicide, violence, abuse, and strong language. Click "Look Inside" to read the opening pages, then scroll up and hit Buy Now before the trumpet sounds again.
