Imaginary Numbers

In a place of eternal dusk, where the sky is no longer blue, stygian walls of sable forts keep the night at bay. A former bastion of knowledge, where weeping angels dance, lifeless in its depths. A dormant stronghold, where forlorn ravens sing, dim-lit by the midnight hues, yet no stars stood. An endless night, locked in twilight, and bound by the unseen moon. A place where the fallen king resides... where he sleeps. This is the story that he made. Isn't that right... Nonary? ||| First time writing here so uh, don't hold back on your opinions. English isn't my first language so I literally am nervous about posting this stuff. But eh, hopefully you like it? No set schedule atm, though I'll always post at least 1-2 chapters a week? Maybe more, depending on whether I can drag my body to write. P.S. This prolly won't get updated here. See either Royal Road, Scribblehub, or Tapas for the new chaps.