Looking for fic recommendations with a similar vibe to Iyowa's Heat Abnormal.
Thinking about works that talk about impending doom or apocalyptic/dystopian topics, whether the characters are still trying to stop the end of the world or have already accepted it.
I don't have any fandom in mind, I'd gladly get into one, I just really want to read something that aligns with the songs' themes.
I've pasted the English translation of the lyrics from Genius if anyone wants to read it, but I recommend listening to it (also because it's a good song)
I repeat a dead variable
Counting has made my temperature rise
I scribble down my pitiful soliloquies
With nowhere to send them to
A fear feeling similar to electricity
Fills the blood of my veins
From beyond the thick smoke of particulates
A black kusarigama (chain-sickle) is following me
Even if I
Extinguish it
Extinguish it
Extinguish it
Extinguish it
Extinguish it
Extinguish it
Extinguish it
Extinguish it
It won't vanish
With an already hoarse throat
The cries I've screamed out are out of tune
Above the armchair
A rotten moon is smiling
Right now
Just over there
Just over there
Just over there
Just over there
Just over there
Just over there
Just over there
Just over there
There's something following me
After crying with those waving the flags of redemption
The people who set the fire kissed the collection together
Unreconciled but still hiding in the coffin of the skeleton
Whispering again
Again
"These are all insane"
"These are all insane"
"These are all insane"
"These are all insane"
"These are all insane"
"These are all insane"
"These are all insane"
"These are all insane"
I whispered to myself
If only there were an eternal paradise where everyone was saved
All of the adults spoke of the same thing
The ship they boarded burst into pieces
The black star
The black star
The black star
The black star
The black star
The black star
The black star
The black star
Is watching them
A wailing light stabs my eyes
A parting bell chimes loudly
A question of the history God has built
Finished with an answer tasting of sand
I repeat a dead variable
Counting has made my temperature rise
I question the star
The same color of someone's sparkling eyes
The sadness becomes too much to gather
Eventually flows down and becomes salt
Prayers
Suffering
Sympathy
Even pity
Soon will turn valuable
Now even if I turn my back
Even if I turn my back
Even if I turn my back
Even if I turn my back
Even if I turn my back
Even if I turn my back
Even if I turn my back
Even if I turn my back
Even if I turn my back
The screams are just so vivid
The fish advises
That there is a virtue in letting go of bliss
Swimming in a sea of self-awareness
The smell of dripping blood fills the void space
The black star
The black star
The black star
The black star
The black star
The black star
The black star
The black star
Is watching me
I repeat a dead variable
Counting has made my temperature rise
I scribble down my pitiful soliloquies
With nowhere to send them to
The crying cells return to the sea
The world's last words are following
As if following the trail swallows have created
Ashen clouds are approaching
I beg for a tomorrow with woven honor
My hands are stained with hope
I question the star
The same color of your sparkling eyes
If we hold hands together
And love each other
I'll kill the dreams we could never fulfill
The remains of my thoughts
A heat abnormality occurs in it's center
The reality is not supposed
To be like this
The reality is not supposed
To be like this
The reality is not supposed
To be like this
The reality is not supposed
To be like this
I can’t stand it
With an already hoarse throat
The cries I've screamed out are out of tune
Above the armchair
A rotten moon is laughing
Right now
Just over there
Just over there
Just over there
Just over there
Just over there
Just over there
Just over there
Just over there
There's something following me