A lone woman comes face-to-face with someone she thought was a fairytale in the heart of the holiday season. In front of the Christmas tree he sings his song of Eros, and The Endless Night. While their time together is short, even a precious few minutes may prove to be among the most impo...

Stars, once ablaze, now flicker in the abyss, echoing the bittersweet symphony of existence. Entwining the fragility of dreams with the resilience of faith. They unearth the luminescence within, discovering that even in the autumn of life. Amidst the shadows, dreams delicately intertwine with st...

What is happiness? I couldn't understand this feeling anymore. For me, happiness was just a lie I had to keep up when I'm in public. Until I unexpectedly met you again.

Death or Life. Thanatos or Eros. Following a serious case of several couples finding the concept of the afterlife tempting, those words became the highlight of the living. They were becoming entranced by the idea of being attracted and called by the gods. Once their calling was heard, people wo...

Is the fate of villainess bound to the novel? Can the villainess not follow the fate of her? Why must the villainess need to know about the female lead or the male lead? This is what I have read about the novel where a person transmigrated or reincarnated became villainess of the novel, they were...

I promised to live, but I’ll die for you.

Every night, Sayuri walks across the same bridge. Every night, I talk her down. But this time is different; tonight Sayuri will kiss the water.

The desire to live. The desire to die. Frankly, I couldn’t care less.

"In the distant horizon, distant lights twinkle like mysterious stars, carrying enigmatic messages." Amidst a spectrum of colors, we find ourselves, balancing on the thin line between life and death. Are our emotions mere performers on life's stage, or do they convey something profound? ...

Amidst the silence of the night, Tony's world is disrupted by an unexpected call from Jocilyn, a dear friend enduring the trials of hospital life. In the hushed hours, she bares her soul, admitting to the weight of exhaustion and self-perceived burdens.