OBLIVION

A father's descent into the criminal underworld. Follow Miguel's harrowing journey from loving dad to desperate fugitive, as he navigates drug cartels, personal demons, and the jungle's unforgiving heart. A raw, intense exploration of choices, consequences, and the struggle for redemption

Gehenna Valley Country Club

(Current project)

The ceiling, a cracked, water-stained canvas of faded beige, pulsed with a sickly yellow light. It took me a moment to realize that the pulsating wasn't coming from the ceiling itself, but from behind my eyelids. A low, rhythmic buzzing vibrated through my skull. I pushed myself up from the floor, the worn carpet scratching at my cheek. My apartment, usually a haven of familiar clutter, felt alien, the air thick with a wrongness that clung to me like a second skin...

In the banquet hall of regret, will you feast on your failures, or fast in defiance of your fate?

"Ah, our guest of honor has arrived," it proclaimed, raising a glass filled with a liquid that swirled with galaxies. "Come, sit. We've prepared a feast in celebration of your... achievements."

I landed with a bone-jarring thud, my breath knocked from my lungs. The manicured lawn beneath me was an unsettling shade of emerald, each blade unnaturally stiff, prickling my skin as I struggled to rise. The air hung heavy, not with the fresh scent of grass, but with the cloying sweetness of fertilizer, a sterile perfume masking a deeper rot.

A sign loomed before me, its gilded letters gleaming in the eerie, sourceless light: "Welcome to Gehenna Valley Country Club." Gehenna, I thought, the word echoing in my addled mind. The valley of the damned. A cold shiver crawled down my spine.

Figures moved across the lawn, their movements fluid, almost robotic. They seemed to be engaged in leisurely pursuits - playing golf, sipping drinks from crystal glasses - but their actions felt hollow, like a performance devoid of genuine joy. A peculiar sense of familiarity nagged at me, a subtle discordance in the back of my mind

"Welcome," it sneered,. "We've been waiting for you."

"Waiting for me?" I asked, my words felt thick and clumsy on my tongue.

Its smile widened, and it gestured towards the sprawling country club behind it. "Of course. This is where you belong. This is where we all belong."