Leo and the Magical Ball of Madness

Read this, and the world may not sit the same way again. Pages tilt. Thoughts echo strangely. And somewhere between the lines, something starts muttering back. This book is not safe. It slips through vertical worlds that don’t obey gravity, golden realms where gentle beings crack under pressure, drowned domes full of watching eyes, and crossroads that pull at the seams of your sanity. It whispers of things you weren’t meant to notice: repeating symbols, bent realities, and the quiet suspicion that someone else is thinking through you. And in the margins waits the Trickster— laughing, mocking, rearranging the furniture of your mind. Not to hurt you. To wake you. Those who read far enough begin to see the cracks between dimensions. Some call it madness. Some call it initiation. Some never quite return to how they were before. This is a novel for the ones who feel something is wrong with the world, for those who sense the curtain isn’t real, for the rebellious spirits who never asked permission to see deeper. Open it if you dare. But don’t expect the same thoughts to greet you when you close it.