Entry 1 · The failed prodigy

At school I was “the talented one”. Then came the years of impact: detours, paper wings, concrete. The last promise was romantic love. That bridge went down too.

That was the death scene. Mr Vertigo starts after that.

This underground starts here: with an ex–child prodigy coming back late, no safety net, ready to burn whatever life is left on a single practical question.

How far can obsession go once the miracles are off the table.