Resonance

Dreamstate Nation Vol-I

De: M.C. Chivers

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

The world has ended—not with a bang, but a chorus.

Long after a supernatural cataclysm shattered modern civilization, one of the beings who helped shape that fall still walks our ruined world. N’Rutas—a battle-scarred Nephilim assassin wrapped in human skin—carries the echo of a song that once toppled empires, and the guilt of what it cost. Haunted by visions at the edge of reality itself, she knows the end of all things is not finished with her.

Far from her wandering path, Maldream, a young hunter from a struggling Tribal camp, survives by scavenging the bones of the old world. When he uncovers a relic—a black blade that whispers in a language older than history—his life and N’Rutas’s buried past begin to twist toward each other.

After Maldream rescues Angelite Sternfeld-Rosen, a red-haired priestess whose songs can heal, shield, and see what should remain hidden, he takes up the role of her bodyguard and swears to escort her safely back to her distant home of Meridia. What begins as a simple journey home drags the two into the crossfire of warlords, fanatical cults, and monstrous reptilian horrors that stalk the ruins of their old world. Hunted across dead plains and shattered cities, they uncover traces of the forgotten age: crystalline technology, weaponized hymns, and a world where “magic” was once mapped, measured, and treated like a dangerous branch of science.

As ancient legends stir and inhuman eyes turn back toward the mortal world, N’Rutas is forced to confront the boundary she once crossed—the place beyond dreams where even gods fear to listen. To survive, they’ll have to face the terrifying resonance that binds every life, every memory, and every story together.

Dreamstate Nation Vol. I: Resonance is a sprawling post-apocalyptic epic laced with dark fantasy, science fiction, and spiritual mystery. Bold, brutal, and lyrical, it explores identity and faith in a world where dreams speak, blood remembers, and a dead age’s “magic” lingers as broken, half-understood science—still singing, and still dangerous.