"Sunflower Seeds" is a poignant tale of two souls, bound by music and silenced by their own struggles. The story unfolds on a scorching summer day in August, as the protagonist encounters a vivacious girl with bright blue eyes and a passion for creating music. United by their love for melodies, t...

Walking above cloud is fun I suppose But having someone special beside Is Heart touching In reality being able to just walk Is more than escaping from the shackles of being cripple . Being bo...

This is a spin-off story based of YOASOBI's music video "Into the Night" as well as the story "An Invitation from Thanatos. This short story will follow an invisible narrator who only limits himself to observe the events around him. Someone who can give more insight into the thoughts of the highe...

It is said that angels of death are the most merciful after God himself. They won't take your soul brutally, but they will seduce you towards the end gently with a path filled with roses. "Don't you want to go? There are many green lands out there, a lot of trees filled with many delicious sweet...

I don't want to fall in love anymore! I have enough with this! If only I don't know her, my life will be more easier. I want to end my life! "Hey, do you want to be my boyfriend?" Who is her suddenly appear in my life? What she want from me? What will happen with my life after this?

“Goodbye…” I heard a final whisper… A pair of black wings seemed to unravel behind her. The wings were blacker than the darkest woods, blacker than midnight, blacker than space itself…it was the color of death. I knew, the girl I’d loved so dearly, was the personification of death…but I was rea...

What if Thanatos only calls on followers because the loneliness of their existence was too much to bear? What if Eros tries to stop them every single time, showing them they are loved but having their words and actions reverberate in the void as they fail to reach them? Is Death really all that t...

December 24th. The snow had taken the shape of the roofs it had fallen over. The weather was chilly but my living room was warm, thanks to the heater. "Sorry." Just one word sent from his LINE account. It could mean a lot of things.

It's August again. A lonely man meets a lonely girl under the painted sky.

According to the world, I was a hero. The eyes that met mine were filled with gratitude, like stars in the night sky, their brilliance reaching deep into the recesses of our souls. But with every act of kindness, a piece of me slipped away, like sand through an hourglass. It was a destiny etched ...