An ethereal angel, traverses the vast sea for years, captivating the imaginations of those who witness her. Her presence is both feared and revered, seen as a harbinger of doom and a symbol of grace. Through wars, encounters with sea creatures, and contemplative moments with birds, she grapples w...

In the wake of a tragedy, despite wishing for death, I'd always be rejected by Thanatos. No matter what I tried, 'she' would always stop me. But why? Isn't 'she' the God of Death? I can only keep trying to solve the mysteries of life and death. Are they the reason for her rejection? Or was th...

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...

The scene of her sisters death kept repeating in her dreams over and over again. Consumed by her grief, she follows her dreams instructions and soon realizes her true desires.

A story of recovery and embracing life.

It's dark, and it's hard to see. Has it always been like that here? I feel like it used to be nicer. No one says anything about it, so it must be normal. Putting my glasses on every morning feels like a waste of time.

A brother and sister have set off on a journey whose destination is unknown. In a moment of pause, the story of a consummated past gives rise to new life responses to his sister.

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.

After the fall, he found that he was still alive. His mind was blurry. He didn't know what occurred. All that he knew was that he was caught between Life and Death. Holding on to the string of Life, he has a choice to make. What does he choose in the end? Read this to find out.

Each passing day, it felt like the weight of existence was bearing down on me. Life, once filled with joy and promise, now seemed like an empty vessel. The dancing light that once graced my eyes had long since faded, giving way to a somber echo of days gone by. The ghosts of my past followed in m...