The Book of Immersion began during lockdown—an odd time suspended between silence and static. Like many others, I turned inward, and in that stillness, a story emerged: not just a novel, but a musical, a vision, a world. I saw the characters in motion—on stage, dancing, playing instruments. They were alive in rhythm long before they were alive on the page. That imagined band, Tale Teller Club , became the heartbeat of the project. It wasn’t a gimmick—it was structural. The novel’s characters were the band . Flex and iServalan —the central duo—formed slowly, layer by layer, as sound became narrative. iServalan doesn’t even appear until the end of Volume 1, but she was always there in spirit. And then there’s Vapor Punk , our narrator: a kind of machinic oracle who opens each “strata” (chapter) with cool, clinical reflections on human and artificial eccentricities. It was during those long months of isolation that I gave myself permission to stretch genre, to mix sci-fi, sound ...
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