Somewhere between science fiction and spiritual breakdown lives this kind of story - the one that hums like a broken fluorescent light. These books aren’t about escaping the world; they’re about noticing the seams, pulling the thread, and finding something tender (and occasionally monstrous) underneath. You’ll find viruses that rewrite humanity, factories that devour meaning, grief that mutates, and women who look at the void and say “okay, but what if I stayed?”
