When humans die, their souls can be collected either by the God of Death, Thanatos, or the Goddess of Life, Eros. The Judgement for this is as fair as life itself can be.

Time is a twisted dimension, It is a hallucination. It exceeds the realm of imagination, And it causes destruction... In this world, Extroverts tend to be ruled by life, Eros. While, introverts are the opposite, Thanatos. But what about ambiverts?

A story about two people who have different relationships with food. One discovers that it's the agent of Thanatos, which draws him to death. The other realizes that it could be an agent of Eros, which drives her to life.

In a place where ancient trees whispered secrets, there lived a bird named Swallow, the poem of freedom. However, one winter's day, an event occurred that would change Swallow's life: a mysterious fox named Fox appeared. Fox initially ensnared Swallow, but over time, an unexpected bond formed bet...

Hikaru's eyes weren't like the stars in the sky; they were like the stars of memories in his heart. In the City of Infinity, when the gates began to close, an unexpected task fell upon Hikaru and his companions. Guided by the stars, they set out to unravel the secrets that awaited them. However, ...

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 ...

A mysterious internal conflict... A storm reverberates within a man's inner world, hidden in the depths of silence. The search for balance ensues among three different selves. The first self presents a calm and confident exterior to the world. The second self emerges in the silence of the night, ...

Once, I was free, filled with hope. Each day was filled with the promise of something new and exciting. But the terrible accident changed everything. It was like a thunderous explosion that shattered the serenity of my existence. Nightmares twisted reality into grotesque shapes, becoming haunting...

Unable to escape the pain of being forgotten or letting go of his desire to help others, he slowly loses his sanity. In a world that constantly rejects his very existence: Is there any point in trying?

Now that Shiruka sensei is dead, and the editor is out of prison, a new literary star must rise to fill the void left by Shiruka. Who's stepping up to the plate you ask? Why Cringe, the guy who's unironically not funny. The editor's company is screwed.