She was never here. I existed for her. What purpose? Worlds apart, our secrets whispered into the sky, running from what we could - fate intertwined.

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A story of a boy with his diary who had recently turned 18.

Sometimes we get swept in someone and we do things without thinking things through. and when they're gone... all we have left is to go and pick up the pieces of what's left of our lives. Inspired by the Poem "An Invitation from Thanatos" by Mayo Hoshino and "Into the Night" by YOASOBI, this short...

They said there are two Gods that rule this world. Eros, The God who brings life and Thanatos who brings death. Both of them could appear in front of a person depending on who they were. Well, I never believe on any myths like this on the first place.

Do not look down over the precipice’s edge. That’s the secret, you see: You always have to look up. That way you can only fly, and you never fall.

Thanatos lives. Known as Grim Reapers in children's fairy tales. Or Shinigami, or simply, Death. From hundreds of cultures and through hundreds of gossips the people learned that Thanatos is a shapeshifter. He can be a lightning strike today, and a tsunami tomorrow. Or a human. Thanatos...

In a town veiled in mist and mystery, a enigmatic lawyer known as the Advocate of Death passes judgment. But one day, an innocent woman is accused. This woman will prove that justice can be found not only behind darkened eyes, but within hearts as well.

Zaphyrian Valley, a port of serenity, faced impending war. Commander Berengar, a beacon of hope, led a valiant defense. In the heart of battle, he stood unwavering. Despite adversity, he made the ultimate sacrifice, vanquishing the enemy. Berengar's legacy lives on, etched in the valley's spirit....

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 ...