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The Story

of Domus Noctis

full body burn

the fall

For two decades, I lived the impossible. Chained, burning, buried, suspended — I escaped what should have held me.

World records came whilst cities watched. For a time, I believed myself unbreakable.

Then came 2020. The lights went out. The stages closed.

In weeks, everything I had built disappeared. The weight of that silence hit harder than flame or steel.

Fire could not break me. Silence did.

the silence

When the world went quiet, everything vanished — the work, the purpose, the man I thought I was.

The silence was not rest. It was suffocation.

Surrounded by love, yet consumed by absence. The hollow ache of losing who I had been.

In that darkness, I found myself disappearing. Quietly. Completely.

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full body burn

The Kitchen

The kitchen was where everything began.

Every impossible thing imagined — it started there. At that table. In that room.

So when the silence took everything, I found myself back there. Not by design. Because it was where I had always gone.

The tiles came first. 150 × 150mm — small enough to hold in one hand, significant enough to build something lasting.

Each one placed deliberately. Each one part of something larger.

A mosaic, rebuilt one tile at a time.

It felt familiar. It felt right.