To whom it may concern, In the hushed corridors of our existence, where laughter once echoed, now resides a specter of memories. Amei, my sister, once a beacon of warmth, now stands as an enigma veiled in silence. The melody of her laughter has faded, replaced by an unfathomable ailment tha...

If Thanatos appeared before your eyes, will you follow the command or live your own life and challenge the god of death?

See, that’s the curse she placed on me all those years ago. I see it in the hundreds of grotesque butterflies lining the veins along her wrists. But butterflies aren’t pink in nature—it’s ink, and paint, and blood that coats her lips and spills into the shadows. “She looks a lot like someone...

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 story revolves around an artist named Elias, depicting his life in the quiet and peaceful atmosphere of the town, and the evolution of his art. Elias's imaginative flair and the enchanting touch of his brush bring forth creations that infuse the town with an air of mystery and curiosity. A my...

A small debate between two people about the meaning of life.

Thanatos... did not exist. He was just an old Greek legend. Those who believe in the existence of dumb myths like these need to open their eyes. That's all.

There aren't as many people ruled by Eros as you might think.

When a mystery presents itself before the eyes of two stereotypical Englishmen they do what? Speculate? Theorise? This would perhaps be correct for your average folks, but not for Morris James or Jimmy Clarke however! Idiocy is a clear illness with the two, for they are anime fans. To overlook...

Giuseppe Homura's life is about as bland as boiled steak. He lives in a small apartment, works an exhausting, corporate job, and enjoys the occasional night at the bar on the company's dime like everybody else. The only thing that sets him apart from most people is that his father is rotting ...