A poorly managed reality with baffling documentation. Mortals, immortals, and other beings best left undefined.
And everything’s held together by blind hope, guesswork, and an overworked cosmic engine called the Omnisystem.
Welcome to Cosmo Dome. Try not to bump anything important.
Cosmo Dome is a genre-defying series where nothing behaves, reality shifts to suit the mood, and the universe might just be an unfinished game by an unhinged designer.
Each book follows a different player caught in a cosmic mess well above their skill set. There are malfunctioning gods, shape-shifting relatives, collapsing realms, mysterious broadcasts, sentient objects, sacred-tech, metaphysical red tape, and one aggressively recurring virus. The rules are loose, the stakes are existential, and there are no refunds.
From an interdimensional stench that morphs into prophecy, to a forgotten game model that could save—or corrupt—everything, Cosmo Dome is a wild and absurd ride through the layers of reality: dimensions, realms, worlds, towns, homes, and the people navigating the mess.
It’s surreal. It’s sharp. It’s hyper-epic.
When you question reality and the answer is a shrug and a side quest—that’s the game. Just go with it. One thing’s certain: no one knows who’s really behind the whole mess, but whoever’s running the show is clearly winging it.
"Unruly!"
"Uncharted!"
"Untethered!"
"CROSS ALICE IN WONDERLAND WITH HITCHIKERS GUIDE AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN CLOSE TO THE UTTER ABSURDITY THAT IS COSMO DOME."
