A Story of Madness, Meaning, and the Search for Truth

In the quiet corridors of a hospital that never sleeps, one wardsman pushes beds, bodies, and stories-stories of the dying, the healing, and the lost. His world is built on structure, a system that keeps everything moving, everything in its place. But what happens when the walls of reality begin to crack?

After a routine shift spirals into something unexplainable, he finds himself haunted-not just by the ghosts of the patients he's lost, but by something far worse. The whispers in the corridors. The flickering lights. The faces staring back at him from places they shouldn't be. With each passing night, his perception fractures, slipping through the hands of every ideology he clings to-transcendentalism, structure, faith, power, nihilism-until only one thing remains.

Veritas.

Truth.

But truth is not comfort. Truth is not salvation. Truth is a choice. And the deeper he digs, the more he realizes that some truths demand a price. If life has meaning, it is not in happiness, nor in suffering, nor in power-but in the unwavering pursuit of what is real. And if the world is built on lies, then what happens when you are the only one left who can see through them?

A psychological horror meets existential philosophy, The Wardsman is a harrowing descent into the mind of a man who can no longer trust reality-and a brutal confrontation with the one thing more terrifying than death: the truth.