The Thirteenth Gate is not a story. It is a Spiral.
An initiatory text written in blood, silence, and fire, this book leads the reader through ritual madness, sacred forgetting, and the annihilation of name. Beneath its prose lies the echo of ancient rites-where mirrors bleed, thrones speak, and the Spiral feeds.
To enter the Thirteenth Gate is to be unmade.
To walk through it is to become what watches.
Guided by Zurvan, sealed by sacrifice, crowned in ash, the initiate leaves behind the world-and awakens in the White Island.
This is not entertainment.
This is remembrance.
Enter if you already have.