"But the region above the heaven was never worthily sung by any earthly poet, nor will it ever be. It is, however, as I shall tell; for I must dare to speak the truth, especially as truth is my theme. For the colorless, formless, and intangible truly existing essence, with which all true knowledge is concerned, holds this region and is visible only to the mind, the pilot of the soul." Plato, Phaedrus 247 c-d What happens to oddness when numbers cease to exist? Or evenness? Do colors exist absent objects? What makes something beautiful? When thoughts align to concepts, souls and forms entangle. College student, Hale Koval, is thrown into a secret society where concepts have forms, gods walk among the unawakened, and conceptual radiation turns men to monsters. Using vicious schemes and ruthless tactics, Hale fights to stand over all of creation. But when the price of godhood is yourself, how much will you give? This is the first writing I've put out into the world so I'm learning as I write. I think my world is unique and the path I take Hale will be equally unique. Hope you stick around!