Divestment begins with a silence no one saw coming.

Around the world, people are falling asleep mid-sentence, mid-motion—vanishing into a stillness no science can explain. As global systems falter and panic spreads, one soul wakes elsewhere: in a realm of light and memory, suspended between what was and what might be.

What follows is not an outbreak, but a reckoning—a shedding of noise, of grief, of the illusion that we were ever in control.

Divestment is a lyrical, haunting meditation on collapse and transformation—where sleep is not surrender, but something far stranger... and far more deliberate